I really gotta stop picking fights With the ghosts of my past While I'm rolling with the punches I'm not sure how long I'm gonna last Pour salt on the open wound Love the ones that hurt you, say I really gotta stop picking fights Or I'm gonna regret this Berating Every decision brings a vision of what went wrong Down with rounds to play with KO'd These memories haunting me I'm starting to think it's my life Flashing before my eyes Every man in a hood is carrying a scythe and creeping In the corner of my eye I really gotta stop picking fights Now the spectres are winning But I'm smiling through the bruises, cuts and blood Laughing and grinning Pour salt on the open wound Love the ones that hurt you, say We are not gonna let it go These memories haunting me I'm starting to think it's my life Flashing before my eyes Every man in a hood is carrying a scythe and creeping In the corner of my eye