Lyrics Facta Non Verba - Brothers Till We Die

No one gave us nothing
We fight our own
This is the difference between us
You think that is luck, but it's called hard work
Something that you don't know
I already know what you think of me
But I couldn't care less
What is going through your mind
If this is wrong or this is right
And I don't mind if you say that I'm true or not
How long I've been doing this
If I keep it real, or if what I say is what I feel
Try to let me down That's the way I get stronger
Try to get me down You only make me stronger
So try, to spit, Your fucking fire against me
All the shit, on my name
All talk, cheap talk
But I don't give a single fuck
Keep that clear
I don't give a single fucking fuck
About you