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Dagger in my back

I pull it out and stitch the wound

I've walked through the fire

And exhaled the toxic fumes

And I always felt some pain

March on, stand up straight

A bat straight to my head

Sop the blood until it's dry

I stand before my judgers

Spoke the truth and was denied

And I always felt some pain

March on, stand up straight

And I always felt some pain

Just kept on standing straight

What difference does it make?

Life deals these severe blows

Sometimes it feels

As if a force so strong was holding me down and beating me

Pain has morphed to numbness

I don't have to feel this

I fly around outside my mind

Not about entitlements

Or “did I deserve this?”

We rise again 'cause we're not done yet

What difference does it make?

Been here before, been here before, been here before

We're not done yet

We rise again. Never had entitlements

We rise again. We're not done yet