I would stand a mist of fist on the battlefield br Among an army of red and an army of blue br And I stand tall and true br As I ask you br What are you fighting for? br br This four foot by four foot concrete block br You’re arguing for and bartering for br Is merely a prison without bars br That still manages to arrest you by br Confining your mind br And you allow this corner to define you br And now you’re redefining yourself by calling yourself a street corner br Entrepreneur br And I ask you br What are you fighting for? br br You see now you’re standing on corners br I used to call my own corners br I once considered a safe zone br And now, I’m too afraid to let my mother walk to the store alone br Cause these streets br They’re covered with cowardly fake gangsters br And I’m angered at the nonsense br That rag on your head is somehow br Keeping knowledge from seeping into your brain br Don’t you see that you’re dying for nothing br Rather than living for something br You’re self-destructing and just fucking your own self over br And I ask you br What are you fighting for? br br You’re waging wars over something that never was and never will be yours br owning the streets is just a fictitious concept br That gets misused by hip-hop dudes br Trying to pass themselves off as reincarnated gangsters br So, contrary to popular belief br No matter how deep your gang is or how much money br You’ll think you’ll make from crack rocks br The only concrete rocks you’ll ever own br are the ones that come with steel bars br Or the ones we call tombstones br So I guess the only decision left for you to choose is whether br The fabric in your casket should be red or blue br And I ask you br What are you dying for?br br gemineye ....