History of Swing

I'm exhausted, my body is weak But I keep on pushing and I keep it on fleet I take every hit and get back up like I'm some kind of freak I ain't no stranger to trouble You know what I say, but don't pretend to know my struggle I've fought my whole life, whether with fists or the thoughts inside.my mind Time after time, I tried to do good I didn't care that I was misunderstood But I kept getting hurt by the ones I held the closest And they kept ticking me off, not knowing I was heading for an explosion Then it all got reversed Every blessing I had counted was replaced by a curse And Mr. Nice guy became Mr ruthless I got fed up with the games, lies and excuses I became a warrior for change, a voice the helpless And every injustice I see, further propels this