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Everyday is a boxing ring Sunrise, the bell go ding Step out the yard, we dodging swings From a young age, we bob and weaver White lines around the arena No peace of mind, no breather If I make it out, skin of my teeth The grace of God, skin of my skin No Try not to, try not to Try not to end up on your target Doing my best out here Doing my best, I swear Doing my best out here Everyday is a boxing ring You sweat and you ain't gone gym One hand tied behind your back You might take a blow to your back I won't take it all on my chin I won't collect it, that's not my ting I can't shrink myself any further Come pick me, pig, and get taller No Try not to, try not to Try not to end up on your target I shouldn't have to wear these scars I shouldn't have to try so hard I shouldn't have to wear these scars Everyday is a boxing ring Sunrise, the bell go ding Step out the yard, we dodging swings From a young age, we bob and weaver White lines around the arena No peace of mind, no breather If I make it out, skin of my teeth The grace of God, skin of my skin