One More Round

Excuse me your honour and your jury, Pass all your judgement. I've been examined, interrogated my entire life. I never look at your verdict, but bailiffs, Sometimes they read them. And when I read your thoughts on me, I want to personally say.. When you doubt me, it makes me better. And when you hate me, it makes me stronger. One more round, kick me when I'm down, But I already won. When my name rolled off your tongue. One more round, kick me when I'm down, But I already won. When my name rolled off your tongue. You're a kid from the future, You're passive, then you're afraid. Sound so bold when you're on paper, Crumble when face-to-face. Yeah, I'm from the past where words were backed by confrontation. So, when I read your thoughts on me, I want to personally say.. When you doubt me, it makes me better. And when you hate me, it makes me stronger. One more round, kick me when I'm down, But I already won. When my name rolled off your tongue. One more round, kick me when I'm down, But I already won. When my name rolled off your tongue. Oh, woah, take a walk in my shoes, Oh, woah, see how many steps you get through. Oh, woah, you wouldn't make it a block, without begging to stop me, from throwing stones. One more round, kick me when I'm down, But I already won. When my name rolled off your tongue. One more round, kick me when I'm down, But I already won. When my name rolled off your tongue.