The streets are rough, the road is tough,
My life as a beat up, it's been rough.
Each day is a battle, a fight to survive,
With every step, I strive.
The weight of the world, it bears down on me,
But I keep pushing, I keep striving to be free.
The scars on my body, they tell a tale,
Of the pain and the struggle, the battles I've hailed.
The tears in my eyes, they speak of the hurt,
But the fire in my soul, it continues to burn.
I've been knocked down, I've been knocked out,
But I always get back up, there's no doubt.
I'm not one to be defeated, I won't back down,
For in this beat up life, I wear the crown.
So let them talk, let them stare,
For I am a warrior, and I'll always be there....