I'm at a road block, While the clock went tick-tock This one here is a fighter He sets fire, easy like a lighter Grabbed hold of that metal tight, Not letting go without a fight. Heavy and heavin' He lets go to start leavin' His mind tortures him "Nothing but talk" Now he's in a head lock Knees bent, shoulder back He's a fighter that's back in his groove and sharp as a tack Bulldozer He won't go into foreclosure He never breaks his composure He'll break through this barrier Provin to them he ain't no longer a little terrier But a bull... dozer And this one here is nothing but a **fighter