Strange, living with a name They get the best of me But I'm not walking away I don't complain Not that much to change But they keep testing me And I get beat in the face But there they go I'ma hit the road And what would I care Hell I ain't goin' nowhere I got the rain The curse always made up And make a play up So I know I'ma show It's my show I must go With my soul Not my hand Where I stand It's my role It's my soul And every single girl Sitting on a pretty thing I ain't seekin' to have It's safe to say If I don't get this out of me I might quite easily End up dead or just mad Cross my 'T''s Try to dot my 'I''s But that's just blind of me I ain't livin' that way I roll my sleeves And make a better man of me I might easily just give up on the show It's my show I must go With my soul Not my hand Where I stand It's my role It's my show I must show It's my show I must go With my soul Not my hand Where I stand It's my role It's my show It's my show It's my show