Take off your boxing gloves
If you're gonna lay me out I want to taste the blood on your knuckles
But then you never know
I could be faster than you might have been told
I don't want your rage to go to waste
I still have strength upon my shoulders
and it's enough to win a race
When you get a bit a older
You'll see the winner keeps his pace
and is not always the first out the gate
I don't want your rage to go to waste
I still have strength upon my shoulders
and it's enough to win a race
When you get a bit a older
You'll see the winner keeps his pace
and is not always the first out the gate
