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
Til 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?

You 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 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
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