The last mile I will do on my feet,
You can’t cut me down to my knees.
No loyalty, no respect.
You would think this is a den of thieves.
Honestly I've grown to resent this pact,
Only a handful of jewels the rest just glass...
The last mile I will stand higher,
You won’t trip me.
I am scared from head to sole,
Trust me I know who I am.
Only things that can break me is my dishonesty,
Trust me my soul is clean.
The last mile is mine alone so please try and break me.