Twelve Rounds
Here they go again, being untrue to themselve
It's nothing new, it's all been done befor
They are not a dying bree
More like growing see
With roots choking honesty and truth
They are twisting your word
And they are making up lie
When confronted they are in denia
No one is given the chanc
To explain the actual fact
Because the book's already judged by its cove
Hate, rage, fea
Not prepared t
Hate, rage, fea
You think I don't hear you, talk behind my back
You think I don't see oyu, and your hypocritical ac
Did you ever think about the res
Here's twelve rounds in the ches
Hate, rage, fea
Not prepared t
Hate, rage, fea
Not prepared to b
Pre-judged by the
But determined to stand
Rise above