because i know what’s coming
i stay right where i belong
if i know what’s good for me
i’ll keep quiet and well-behaved
just because i see what’s coming
it does nothing to shield me from the blow
no time to turn the other cheek
i take it on the chin and nurse a fat lip
because i saw what was to come to be
i chose to take a direct hit
dead center to the chest
though i could more than equal y’r fists
because what i saw coming
has come and went
i strain to lift my heavy head
from the bloodied canvas to flash you a smile