Grind Over Doubt

Yeah,

nineteen years old from Walsall.

Never got to say goodbye properly.

(deep breath)

Nan passed away, had to stand there tall Dry eyes at the

wake, held it down for them all (no tears)

They think I'm stocky,

tough, built like a wall But the grief's in my throat when

I walk down the hall

Rent's due, money's tight,

pocket's feeling small But I'm stepping in the ring,

gloves laced for the brawl

I'm changing up my life,

watch the tables turn From the ashes of the pain,

got a fire to burn

(watch me rise)

Building up a legacy,

lessons that I learn So my future kids can smile for the

name they earn

Yeah, we're climbing out the dirt They doubt me in the streets,

say I won't make a sound But like Carl Gallagher,

I'm turning things around

(growing up)

No handouts in the Midlands,

we fight for our ground Left hook,

right hook, keeping my feet on the mound

Doing this for family,

making them proud

No more quiet suffering,

I'm speaking it loud

For Nan.

(I promise) Nineteen, but the vision is clear.