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 It's how we keep our side to hide