twelve rounds

Here they go again, being untrue to themselves
Its nothing new, its all been done before
They are not a dying breed
More like growing seed
With roots choking honesty and truth
They are twisting your words
And they are making up lies
When confronted they are in denial
No one is given the chance
To explain the actual facts
Because the books already judged by its cover
Hate, rage, fear
Not prepared to
Hate, rage, fear
You think I dont hear you, talk behind my back?
You think I dont see oyu, and your hypocritical act
Did you ever think about the rest
Heres twelve rounds in the chest
Hate, rage, fear
Not prepared to
Hate, rage, fear
Not prepared to be
Pre-judged by thee
But determined to stand
Rise above