Dagger in my back I pull it out and stitch the wound I've walked through the fire And exhaled the toxic fumes
And I always felt some pain March on, stand up straight
A bat straight to my head Sop the blood until it's dry I stand before my judgers Spoke the truth and was denied
And I always felt some pain March on, stand up straight
And I always felt some pain Just kept on standing straight What difference does it make?
Life deals these severe blows Sometimes it feels As if a force so strong was holding me down and beating me
Pain has morphed to numbness I don't have to feel this I fly around outside my mind
Not about entitlements Or “did I deserve this?” We rise again 'cause we're not done yet
What difference does it make?
Been here before, been here before, been here before We're not done yet
We rise again. Never had entitlements We rise again. We're not done yetTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
