Golden Fists

Every day you wake up The young turns into old But everyday since you were born You refuse to do what you're told Scars in your face, scars in your soul So many fights and troubled nights Your fists turned into gold Sometimes it becomes so hard To keep the flame alive Bastards will try to bring you down But you still know wrong from right Doors closed on your face but you kick them down Never give up, don't live the fight Your faith will never die Heart full of pride, a heart full of hate Heart full of love for your fucking mates If sometimes you misbehave This fucking system is to blame You've got the golden fists You never stop trying