The Fight

The problem with society's been how do we teach

And if they'll believe

We'll fight this battle for years to come

'till we only accept that we can stand on our own



Grandfather used his hands, he worked them to the bone (to the bone)

Provide his family with a happy home, alone



Don't take your aggression out on me

My own man is all I'm meant to be

It's commonplace, it's so lazy, old, and tired

All your ideas are so fucking uninspired

Takes more than one idea

More than one person to fight the fight

How many times have you taught and not conspired?



You don't wanna be, then never say

But don't call us the liars



We've walked these alleys a thousand times

And scattered around a thousand lies

They are trying to hold you down

Your life may be hard, but keep your feet on the ground



Why don't I have the finer things that others have? (that others have)

The chance is there if you want it all that bad

So bad



Don't take your aggression out on me

My own man is all I'm meant to be

It's commonplace, it's so lazy, old, and tired

All your ideas are so fucking uninspired

Takes more than one idea

More than one person to fight the fight

How many times have you taught and not conspired?



Don't try and get me confused

'Cause I do understand

That sometimes people need help

That they may need a

Hand when this problem's going on



A thing you have to get straight

Is that you don't own my hand

And I don't owe you a thing

So don't think about how

Sorry you feel when now your treated so bad



It's commonplace, it's so lazy, old, and tired

All your ideas are so fucking uninspired

Takes more than one idea

More than one person to fight the fight

How many times have you taught and not conspired?



And as a race we look back and we've come so far

While some may conquer

The others had it so hard

But instead we just complain

While there's no one for us to fight

I guess we're bored and it's how we keep us occupied!