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Текст песни "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
Until we only accept that we can stand on our own.
Rip off the youth, hands empty, worked them too the bone
Provide his family with a happy home, alone.
Don't take your oppression out on me.
My old man is all I'm meant to be.
This common place is so lazy or tired
All your ideas are so plainly uninspired.
Takes more than one idea
More than one percent to fight the fight
How many times have you taught and not conspired?
Don't wanna be, they 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 till your night may
be hard but keep your feet on the ground.
Why don't I have the finest things that others have?
The chance is there if you want it all that bad.
So bad.
Don't take your oppression out on me.
My old man is all I'm meant to be.
This common place is so lazy or tired
All your ideas are so plainly uninspired.
Takes more than one idea
More than one percent to fight the fight
How many times have you taught and not conspired?
Don't try and get me confused.
Cause I do understand.
And sometimes people need help.
That they may need a-
And when this problems 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.
This common place is so lazy or tired
All your ideas are so plainly uninspired.
Takes more than one idea
More than one percent 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 thing that others have had it so hard
But in this day we just complain while there's no room for us to fight.
I guess we're born in this its how we keep our side to hide
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