How we got where we are today I can't figure it out Any more than the generation before me I can't figure it out We've got to fight not to fade
Traduction: Face To Face. Fight or Flight.
figure it out How we got where we are today I can't figure it out Any more than the generation before me I can't figure it out We've got to fight not
it out How we got where we are today I can't figure it out Any more than the generation before me I can't figure it out We've got to fight not to fade
Backwards, forwards but making no ground at all Standing in the city with the clocks counting one And your face is still wet from the fight before
the chimes of freedom flashing Flashing for the warriors whose strength is not to fight Flashing for the refugees on the unarmed road of flight An' for
Who she with, or where she going, is she club hoppin? I never had this kind of problem in my life, this is my first time dealing with this kind of fight
the chimes of freedom flashin' Flashin' for the warriors whose strength is not to fight; flashin' for the refugees on their unarmed road of flight.
tight? And what you know about an off night? (uhh) What you know about niggaz frontin for the light? And what you know about them gun fights? (gun fights
& their mean women pulling poor blankets over our sailors (& where were you in our lean hour) Milking your moustache? or grinding a flower? I'm sick of dour faces
I know my babygirl is gonna stretch Any rappin' motherfucker, male or female Place your bets You can imagine what the bloodline is like Since I love mine to fight
is like a 'tiger uppercut' from Sagat, I'm up against these ropes, and ain't no tellin' if I win or not, These gloves are getting heavy, it's fight or flight
grace that's hard to face Embracing the truth will change your fate It's up to you and the path you choose To be led to the slaughter or lead the way
smiling face tonight Fountain of sorrow, fountain of light You've known that hollow sound of your own steps in flight You've had to struggle, you've had to fight
leaves a green mark on my neck [Cena] Do I get the filet steak or the shrimp & crab mix? [Marc] Do I get a number 3 or a number 6? [Cena] Get in the club
forcin' you to feel me Whether fightin' or spittin' my discipline is unforgiven Got you backin' up in the defensive position An ass-kcikin' anthem, heavyweight or
spot out, see somethin nice and I'm gone You cats is home, screamin the fight's on I'm in the fifteen hundred seats, watchin Ty-son Same night, same fight
