The Next Round
gotta make it to the next round, hit the ground running, up on stage ready to let out the words that are locked in a cage express my rage. Writting every word on this page. rappin' about what happen between me and her why did it have to occur. now i got the mic in my hand i dont care if you like my band will make a stand and wont lend a helping hand if you need it. go ahead take me on and feed my anger man complete stranger, yet going for the same game to win. life is a living sin and we all no this.
by lee bredeson
gotta make it to the next round.