Take off your boxing gloves If you're gonna lay me out I want to taste the blood on your knuckles But then you never know I could be faster than you might have been told I don't want your rage to go to waste I still have strength upon my shoulders And it's enough to win a race When you get a bit a older You'll see the winner keeps his pace And is not always the first out the gate I don't want your rage to go to waste I still have strength upon my shoulders And it's enough to win a race When you get a bit a older You'll see the winner keeps his pace And is not always the first out the gate