B.Reith - The Comeback Kid [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Yuh
Makes me wanna get my Rocky on, man
Aye aye aye
This for my comeback kids

[Verse 1]
I'm back by popular demand
Well, not really but my optimism's grand
A little success has got me in a jam
Never though I'd say I got to many fans
You can thank my face for that, I mean wait
Myspace, Facebook, let's face the facts
I'm at the bottom of the charts but we aimin' high
Kinda hard when they still can't say your name right
(True)
Took some time away from the game
Came back same thing though times have changed
I'm no longer that dude from that 70's show
Now I'm the guy who's video is in American Eagle
I stay fly like eagles got hair like the Beatles
Spit the truth for the people
Just call this a sequel

[Hook]
We get knocked down but
We get right back up
Keep on comin' back
We k-k-keep on comin' back for more
There is a fire, burns deep inside us
We're the comeback kids, kids
We're the comeback kids

[Verse 2]
Uh, round 2, they askin' what's new
"How you gonna comeback, B, what you gonna do?"
Took a couple shots to the face from some critics
Can't imagine what they gonna say when they hear this
I'm done tryin' to fit in, thought about quittin'
Can't stop now, we can't afford to give in
Learned my lesson through facin' opposition
If life doesn't hurt then we're not really livin'
So we take punch after punch like
Cassius Clay or Sugar Ray you see
This hard knock life might make my heart break
But you ain't gon' make no quitter out of me
Keep fightin' 'til the war is won
Comeback kid lion heart champion, let's go

[Hook]

[Bridge]
Keep on comin' back, we keep on comin' back for more
Keep, keep comin' back for more
Keep, keep comin' back for more
Keep on comin' back, we keep on comin' back for more
Keep, keep comin' back for more
Keep, keep comin' back for more

[Verse 3]
I'm back, I gotta manager now
He's 6'4, black, and his name is Cal
If you got a problem, yo, he'll solve it
I got a style they still don't know what to call it
I've been on the grind since L.J. was a Hornet
Way before the days of Chris Paul in New Orleans
Back in the days of M. Jackson and Jordan
I was on that 8-track reel to reel recordin'
And I still gotta pay to get on
Paid my dues yet I still can't pay my loans
Couldn't find a hot beat so I made my own
Couldn't find a hot street so we paved a road
Hey, Mr. DJ, keep playin' my song
While you're at it could you please stop sayin' my name wrong?
Keep fightin' to the break-break of dawn
Comeback kids never quit always stay strong

[Hook]