One More Round -

Excuse me, your honor and jury, pass all your judgment

I’ve been examined, interrogated my entire life

I never look at your verdict, but bailiffs, sometimes they read them

And when I hear your thoughts on me, I want to personally say

When you doubt me, it makes me better

When you hate me, it makes me stronger

One more round

Kick me when I’m down

But I already won

When my name rolled off your tongue

You’re a kid from the future, you’re passive, and you’re afraid

Sound so bold when you’re on paper, crumble when face to face

Yeah, I’m from the past where words were backed by confrontation

So when I hear your thoughts on me, I’m going to personally say

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Take a walk in my shoes

Oh, oh, oh, oh

See how many steps you’ll get through

Oh, oh, oh, oh

You wouldn’t make it a block without begging to stop

Me from throwing stones