Party For The Fight To Write

[Verse 1]

Hides the eyes beneath the bill of the cap

Walks amongst the flies that hover over the mat

He lies, but only when there's a reason

Measures life by the tragedy, the comedy, the season

Poor at handling and managing income

Got enough love to pass around, and then some

Been done, that there a name you can trust

Read the whole match book and put a flame to the brush

Good with pets, and rips up sex

Put the show in biz, try to give what you get

When you let him run free with the thought

Pull the line in, try to see what you caught

I ain't all that bad, but I ain't all that great

I went back to the lab and began to mutate

Wait – I still look the same, still got the same dumb name

Ain't a damn thing changed

But if you like surprises, I know of a party

Where they all dance around to your heartbeat

Bring your own agenda and embrace your flaws

Let's put a face on this common cause

[Hook]

And he said, some got pencils and some got guns

Some know how to stand and some of 'em run

We don't get along, but we sing the same song

Party for the fight to write, and write on

[Verse 2]

Stay gold, Ponyboy, stay true outspoken

Make a record, Mr. Gangster, and get 'em all open

The theories, the stories, the truths, the myths

It's all therapy, on top of turntable riffs

This industry's big, so big, in fact

We can all get some, and we can give some back

And if it's done correct, we'll make more than noise

So pick it up, and pick me up when you're bored with the toys

As a child, Hip-Hop made me read books

And Hip-Hop made me wanna be a crook

And Hip-Hop gave me the way and something to say

And all I took in return was a second look

Son, you're shook, 'cause ain't no such thing as halfway there

Getting good at actin' like you just don’t care

The circle of life, tryin' to make it square

Conditionin' self to sit still and stare

Oh, where have all the sheep gone...?

Burnt down the farm and turned the TV on

John Coltrane, Marvin Gaye, and Bob Marley all get invitations to my party

[Hook]

And he said, some got pencils and some got guns

Some know how to stand and some of 'em run

We don't get along, but we sing the same songs

Party for the fight to write, and write on

[Verse 3]

And if I spent anymore time inside my head

I'd probably need some leather straps attatched to my bed

And if I go another day without eating a meal

I'm gonna show you what it means to keep it real

And if they keep shooting guns up and down my block

I swear to God, I'll be the first one to call the cops

And if I gotta hear that song ever again

You're gonna have to share some of that beer, my friend

They mistake me as happy-go-lucky

Just another base-head bobbin' nobody

But from where I stand, they sound like spies

Fillin' all the children's heads with lies

Well, alright, get your money right

But right now tonight, I want you to pick a side

So when you got your power and you got your cheddar

Let's get together soldier over throw this hold and make these roads better

[Bridge]

Bring it on (Right now)...

He said, "Bring it on" (Right now)...

He looked you in the eye, and he said, "Bring it on" (Right now)

Ain't nothin' but a party, y'all... let's get it on

[Hook]

And he said, some got pencils and some got guns

Some know how to stand and some of 'em run

We don't get along, but we sing the same songs

Party for the fight to write, and write on

Some got pencils and some got guns

Some know how to stand and some of 'em run

We don't get along, but we sing the same songs

Party for the fight to write, and write on

Some got pencils and some got guns

Some know how to stand and some of 'em run

We don't get along, but we sing the same songs

Party for the fight to write, and write on

Some got pencils and some got guns

Some know how to stand and some of 'em run

We don't get along, but we sing the same songs

Party for the fight to write, and write on