Everyday is a boxing ring
Sunrise, the bell go ding
Step out the yard, we dodging swings
From a young age, we bob and weaver
White lines around the arena
No peace of mind, no breather
If I make it out, skin of my teeth
The grace of God, skin of my skin
No
Try not to, try not to
Try not to end up on your target
Doing my best out here
Doing my best, I swear
Doing my best out here
Everyday is a boxing ring
You sweat and you ain't gone gym
One hand tied behind your back
You might take a blow to your back
I won't take it all on my chin
I won't collect it, that's not my ting
I can't shrink myself any further
Come pick me, pig, and get taller
No
Try not to, try not to
Try not to end up on your target
I shouldn't have to wear these scars
I shouldn't have to try so hard
I shouldn't have to wear these scars
Everyday is a boxing ring
Sunrise, the bell go ding
Step out the yard, we dodging swings
From a young age, we bob and weaver
White lines around the arena
No peace of mind, no breather
If I make it out, skin of my teeth
The grace of God, skin of my skin
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