I've fought through the dirt and grit.
I've dusted off the hurt,and attacked the culprit!
No more blood in my eyes and busted lips.
I begin to mentally exercise my craftmanship!

There were many areas and all I did seemed to fail.
It was borderline hysteria,and I begin to raise some hell!
There was shouting and screaming in my head,and I walked around with an attitude.
Maybe I was dreaming or possibly dead;but me and death begin to feud!

The Grim Reaper fought a good fight,and I walked away with a spiritual bruise.
I fought between wrong and right,but in the end refused to lose!
So as I dust off my shoulders and knees,I look forward to a new day.
I overcame this spiritual disease,and walked unscathed through Hell's gateway!