I was born in a backdoor shed
I was raised, a gun toting to my head
I was brought up not to disrespect or fight
But then rules, they don't apply tonight because
You're done fighting when you hit the ground
You're done screaming, don't make a sound
You're done fighting when you hit the ground
Well, I'm done singing for all you pretty women
I was down in a sudden flash
Hit the floor, taste of fire and ash
Red on my hands and there's blood on my breath
I'm numb in my brain as I prayed for death because
You're done fighting when you hit the ground
You don't scream it, don't make a sound
You're done fighting when you hit the ground because
Well, I'm done singing for all you pretty women