For years this mans been knocked down,
its been so hard to pick myself up off the ground.
Most of my years have been hard on me,
its really been a tough fight to keep my soul free.
Seem like everytime I got a break,
in came lifes earthquake.

Knock, knock, knock, knocked down,
so now I'm keeping myself off the ground.

Now my eyes are open wide,
even a blind man could see the path of my ride.
It don't take much vision to see,
what is the best road for me.
Bad times may come and go,
but this old heart will forever grow.
Growing on into the light,
fighting for what I feel is right.
No matter how difficult the task,
I will not hide behind the mask.

Knock, knock, knock, knocked down,
there'll be no more falling to the ground.

As the sun rises on the horizon,
so will my heart and soul be rising.
Up to the sky they will fly,
keeping me on my natural high.
Got no more time to be down,
got to keep strong positivity around.

Keep myself up off the ground,
no more time anymore,
to be scraping myself off the floor.
So on through this world I travel,
fighting satan on his level.

Knocked, knocked, knocked down,
up, up, up and around.

Around and not down,

down, down, down.

G