My eyes have seen a lot of pain. I've seen a mans heart be drain. His soul weaken, his body beaten and only down to one word speakin.
The picture I just painted in your mind is the exact same picture in mine, but see, I don't need imagination. I've gotta much stronger inspiration, cause lately when I look in the mirror I see more than that imaginary figure.
Now this is how I see myself, down to the grind with few minutes left. I could let the pain bring me down or stand tall and dawn my crown, cause life is one helluva opponent & people do a lot of dirt to stay up on it. These same people say "if you want it take it." Well I gotta different way to make it. I'll admit this I don't know how I'ma make it but no matter how bad best believe I can take it. And no matter how many times I've been beat down I always get up for one more round.
Life has made me bitterly depressed, callous, quick-tempered I'll leave out the rest. And I've been here before waist high in the sadness & on the brink of total madness. And yet beside this a light would exist and as things got worst its twinkle persist. And beside all this, my will to live on and be prosperous would not die and would not be dismissed. And these are the things that make me a man. These are the things that drive me to stand.
Another punch from life just land and though I put up a guarding hand, the flood of pain I suddenly felt, was something delivered below the belt. So down I went writhing in pain, fussin and swearin using street slang, but I'm back on my feet, bring on the next round, but you and I know I aint gonna stay down.