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The weak play victims while the strong ones overcome


I had the fight I owned the battle I owned the night I will never surrender I will remain The warrior I've become To be the champion Lifes gonna knock ya down (get back up) They will try to break you ( dont give up) Fall nine times get up ten And do what it takes to be the champion cowards silence the truth So that you only hear their point of view Dont fall to the masses Dont be that one Do what it takes to be the champion Stand strong stand tall Their play is to make you feel small They will beat you down to the core They want you to lose this war Their only defense is to blame To blame you for everything not going their way Their action are backed with emotions not facts Keep the ember inside you burning hot To remind yourself your everything their not. You may have won the battle I won the war
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