a cry for the brave

i had to do the time
to know the price
I had to spend the dough
to get where I was to go

some might call it heaven
some might call it hell
it don’t matter much to me
I’m in it for myself

I had to find a way
to make a change
I had to change my ways
to say what I had to say

some might call it a lie
some might call it the truth
it don’t matter much to me
I am my living proof

the measure of a man
is not where he lives
or what he has
but how he lives
and what he gives
and if he understands