Without a fight

Without a fight

Imagine my knuckles no blood, no cuts, no scars

I'll never go out without a fight. I'll never go out full of doubts

I have a mind full of routes

So you will never catch me planted on the couch; maybe in the soil

I had to learn the hard way

Everything ain't for you

Lots to take you to your knees, lots to stop you from achieving

It's easy for them on the sidelines to say, "Keep believing"

But it's up to me to keep growing through concrete

Pushing - where the strength comes from is beyond me