Strain living with a name
They get the best of me
But Im no walker away
No complaint
I got much to gain
so they keep testing me
And I keep feeding their face
They could go off and hit the road
What would I care?
hell i aint going nowhere
I got the reigns and courage I was made of
And theyve got fake love
So I know I must show
Its my show
I must go
With my soul
Not my hand
Where I stand
Its my role
Its my soul
Pearls and necklaces and girls
and all the pretty things I aint seeking to have
Its safe to say if I dont get this out of me I might quite easily
End up dead or just mad
Cross my ts and try to dot my is
But thats just blinding me and I aint living that way
I roll my sleeves and make a better man of me
Or I might easily
Just give up on this show
Its my show
I must go
With my soul
Not my hand
Where I stand
Its my role
Its my soul
I must show
Its my show
I must go
With my soul
Not my hand
Where I stand
Its my role
Its my soul
Its my show [2x]