Brothers Till We Die - Facta Non Verba

No one gave us nothing, we fight our own
This is the difference between us
You think that is luck, but it's called hard work,
Something that you don't know.

I already know what you think of me,
But I couldn't care less
What is going through your mind,
If this is wrong or this is right.

And I don't mind if you say that I'm true or not,
How long I've been doing this;
If I keep it real, or if what I say is what I feel.

Try to get me down
That's the way I get stronger
Try to get me down
You only make me stronger

So try, to spit,
Your fucking fire against me,
All the shit, on my name,
All talk, cheap talk.

But I don't give a single fuck,
Keep that clear.
I don't give a single fucking fuck
About you.