The Way I Fight, It's Not Me

I Got A Burlap Sack, Put A Brick In The Middle, And Filled It With Rags, Corncobs, Some Spanish Moss, And Sand. I Hung That Sack Off The Branch Of An Oak Tree. I'd Wrap My Hands With A Necktie Of My Daddy's And Punch At It. My Mom Gave Me An Hour A Day. My Brothers And Sisters Said, "nah." I Said, "you'll See."

His Mouth Made Him Feel Like He Was Gonna Win. Not His Hands, I Had My Hand. He Had His Lips.

If I Said 'fall Down', He's Gonna Fall Down. I'm Still His Father.

When I Was A Boy, I Used To Pull A Big Cross Saw With My Dad. He'd Use His Right Hand, So I'd Have To Use My Left.

If I Lose, I'll Walk Away And Never Feel Bad Because I Did All I Could. There Was Nothing More To Do.