7...6...7...10
i keep my dreams in a box
heavy chains and pad locks
a story that only god mocks
take a breath in now, the story begins.
Livin' life like its fast pace
Heathens in a mad race
Stay running onto home-base
keep your facts straight cause everybody sins
I'm a boxer, set up the bouts
first win and the whole crowd shouts
hit em up hit em up hit em up
block a few hits, take a blow
keep on standing its part of the show
Knock em out knock em out
K then O
Standing on a pedestal
a bike you can't pedal
may be a bit skeptical
anythings possible, with a good lie
Loose balance, and break your crown
it's ok, we all fall down
it's just life in a small town
Just keep on smiling, ignore the black eye
I'm a boxer, set up the bouts
second win and the whole crowd shouts
hit em up hit em up hit em up
block those kicks, take a blow
keep on standing, it's still a show
knock em out knock em out
K then O
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