This is competition. Survival of the fittest.
Ain't no mercy given. It's just the rules of this business.
Triumph over weakness. No room for meekness.
You have pride without any reason, all my enemies defeated.
Who I am was destined. It is innate.
Your foundation is luck and mine is pain.
Years and years of rusting in the rain
molded me until I earned myself a name.
You can't fit my shoes. You can't bear the weight.
You don't know a fucking thing when it comes to pain.
You and I were not
cut from the same cloth.
Experience a true loss?
No. No. I think not.
This is sweat and blood.
Triumph without luck.
Got by without enough.
Tough times made me tough.