My life is based on pride, just look in my eyes
Suprised, out of my life a gladiator could rise
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From the start my heart was always suspect
Growing up with no folks, scrappin to pay rent
Bending moral fibers with violence
Breaking limbs became my sense...
...of accomplishment
A badass, call me a bastard, I've had it
So I'd hit with right crosses and leg kicks
And armbars, and chokes, but still I'm broke
Too proud to beg for the money for a coat
Or even a case of coke...
Instead bread and water plus whatever I stole
This role would continue
People saw me in my own venue
Not knowing the corner I'm backed into
Borrowed money from sharks, interest stacking
Even sleeping in the park had to watch my back and...
be ready to attack attackers sent by their backers
to take care of a debt from this hardened slacker
When finally they find me, I'm ready for whats come
as I take a bat to the ribs, and a whip from a gun
When I try to run, I'm beat so instead of retreat
I slap on a guillotine while stomping feat
Not letting go until no breathe is felt
Knowing in my moral fiber I'm going to hell
For killing men just sent for their job
And knowing damn well it was only my fault
So instead of facing the facts my ethics are lost and buckle
I'm finally broken...
...and to show for it, all I have is my bruised knuckles
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