Last Round Salvation

The canvas under my worn-out shoes Smells like the sweat and the

old-school blues They said I was done,

my hands were too cold But some debts are paid when you're

selling your soul

I see my girl,

I see my boy

There is no pride left to destroy

One last bell, one final round

I'm leaving it all on this bloody ground I’m standing up for

the blood of my own (standing tall) No back-step left,

I am not alone

Let the heavy hands fall where they must We rise from the

ashes and the dust

My left eye is swollen,

my ribs are on fire But there’s a light burning hotter than

desire

Every hit I take is a bill that gets paid No longer

afraid of the choices I made (ohhhhh-oh)

I’m standing up for the blood of my own

(standing tall) No back-step left,

I am not alone

Let the heavy hands fall where they must We rise from the

ashes and the dust

For my girl... for my boy...