Fighting in the Streets - Wisdom In Chains

I started throwing down when I was only three

My dad knew how to fight and he passed it on to me

I practiced with my brothers then we took it to the block

I went to school and found the bully

Cleaned his fucking clock

My mother got so angry

She tried to raise us right

No matter what she did to me I always loved to fight

Seneca kicked my ass down on 4th and Wallace St

You’d think I learned my lesson but I fought him in a week

Win or lose, it’s no different

I guess I love the energy

I can hear my mother calling

«Come and get you boys cause they’re fighting in the street!»

I’ve made some friends across the years and a couple enemies

I’m d own with LBU my family across the sea

I’m not the greatest fighter and I haven’t won them all but I still can see my

fathers face and hear my mother call

I drove through my old neighborhood trying to reminisce about the places that

I’ve been and faces that I miss

I’ve learned about forgiveness and a little self-control

But if it’s time to rumble fuck that shit it’s time to fucking go