Strange, living with a name

They get the best of me

But I'm not walking away

I don't complain

Not that much to change

But they keep testing me

And I get beat in the face But there they go

I'ma hit the road

And what would I care

Hell I ain't goin' nowhere

I got the rain

The curse always made up

And make a play up

So I know I'ma show It's my show

I must go

With my soul

Not my hand

Where I stand

It's my role

It's my soul And every single girl

Sitting on a pretty thing

I ain't seekin' to have

It's safe to say

If I don't get this out of me

I might quite easily

End up dead or just mad Cross my 'T''s

Try to dot my 'I''s

But that's just blind of me

I ain't livin' that way

I roll my sleeves

And make a better man of me

I might easily just give up on the show It's my show

I must go

With my soul

Not my hand

Where I stand

It's my role

It's my show I must show

It's my show

I must go

With my soul

Not my hand

Where I stand

It's my role

It's my show It's my show

It's my show