Yeah
Guts over fear
Yeah
Show you what that f**in' means
Surely you get to a stage where you can't take it
You gotta amke it or break it
You ain't gotta fake it
Or sell your sh** to Satan
Yeah music's what we're making
We ain't just here to be famous
Why the f** ain't you courages?
Face you f**in' demons
f** the f**in' haters
We ain't in this sh** for paper
Just be thankful you're alive
And don't thank me, thank your creator
I've been in that house all alone
My mother dead to the world
My father sittting there so stoned
My sister so young, she don't know this home is cold
I was 15 years old
I heard my mother screaming
Saw that motherf**er beating
She was black and blue and probly bleeding
I can't believe that I'm a product of this f*ggots semen
I wasn't sure if God was something that I did believe in
I couldn't take another scream
I had to intervene
I'm wondering if this sh**s a dream
How could God be so mean?
I didn't know this sh** was so sever
He said "f** of you little b**h, don't you dare come near her."
I thought "f** this sh**, I better disappear."
My mother begged me just to interfere
Then I s**ed back every motherf**ing tear
Punched him right below the ear
Now thats what you call guts over fear
Yeah
Going from a house full of chandeleres
To not being able to pay for a parking meter
That's guts over fear
And I've been down in the dumps
I've been down in the slumps
But f** the world motherf**er, I'm standing here
That's guts over fear
(Outro)