Twelve Rounds Lyrics
It's nothing new, it's all been done beforeThey are not a dying breedMore like growing seedWith roots choking honesty and truth They are twisting your wordsAnd they are making up liesWhen confronted they are in denialNo one is given the chanceTo explain the actual factsBecause the book's already judged by its coverHate, rage, fearNot prepared toHate, rage, fearYou think I don't hear you, talk behind my back?You think I don't see oyu, and your hypocritical actDid you ever think about the restHere's twelve rounds in the chestHate, rage, fearNot prepared toHate, rage, fearNot prepared to bePre-judged by theeBut determined to stand Rise above
Face Down Twelve Rounds
