Lyrics
Round one was upon me before I could talk
Before I could see, before I could walk
Right up in my face, smackin' me around
Life can be cruel measured pound for pound
Between rounds you gotta swallow your fought
Between rounds you gotta know what's been taught
Between rounds you gotta bring what you brought
Between rounds
Oh for the middle rounds holding me captive
Teaching me endurance and how to be adaptive
Slippin' what I can, standin' my ground
Life can be callous when you're hands feel bound
Between rounds you gotta breath in the moment
Between rounds you gotta size up your opponent
Between rounds you gotta mean what you meant
Between rounds
And yet they keep coming, bringing their best
Trying to drop you with test after test
Probing for weakness, wearing you down
Looking for signs that they'll vanquish your crown
The late rounds've grown heavy consuming my strength
They've grown in humility, they've grown in length
Searching for meaning, where truth can be found
Life can be harsh if not spiritually sound
Between rounds you gotta garner your wits
Between rounds you gotta lower your mitts
Between rounds you gotta
Between rounds
© 2015 Eddy Mann
Hissongs ~ ASCAP
