(Verse 1)
Yo, check the mic, one two, I gotta tell the truth,
Started life in the shadows, felt the pain in my youth.
The old man's heavy hand, a trauma I can't erase,
Then Mama walked right out, vanished without a trace.
A lonely child grew up fast, with bruises on the soul,
Tried to fill the empty space, tried to make myself whole.
When the phone call came through, said my father was gone,
Didn't know how to feel, just knew I had to move on.
(Chorus)
From the bottom of the block, to the sound of the bell,
I took the hits life threw, I never kissed and tell.
Slicin' bread at the Subway, gotta make that dollar stack,
But when the shift is over, ain't no lookin' back.
I'm a fighter with a fire, gotta prove 'em all wrong,
Every jab, every hook, is the verse of my song.
I'm training for the title, gotta seize my destiny,
The ghost of my past is the power inside of me.
(Verse 2)
Five bucks an hour, makin' foot-longs and dreams,
Wipin' down the stainless steel, hidin' all the bad scenes.
But the hunger in my gut ain't just for a meal,
It's for the championship belt, for somethin' that is real.
I hit the heavy bag hard, sweat washin' away the years,
Pushin' past the memory, drownin' all the tears.
The ring is my sanctuary, where the rules are straight and true,
The only way I'm quittin' is when the count hits through.
(Chorus)
From the bottom of the block, to the sound of the bell,
I took the hits life threw, I never kissed and tell.
Slicin' bread at the Subway, gotta make that dollar stack,
But when the shift is over, ain't no lookin' back.
I'm a fighter with a fire, gotta prove 'em all wrong,
Every jab, every hook, is the verse of my song.
I'm training for the title, gotta seize my destiny,
The ghost of my past is the power inside of me.
(Outro)
Yeah, they tried to break me down, but I'm standin' tall,
Every time I step in that ring, I'm riskin' it all.
Boxer in the making, from the floor to the sky,
Watch the comeback story, watch me fly.
The bell rings... Ding!
