Find myself with my mic in a tight spot There the type to pick a fight in the light or dark Sceneries turn mean they and mimic me Many men is thieves epidemically Calling names out who's gonna settle it They use fists ignorant to break our fellowship Those thugs at the parties never get chicks Under developed kids dropping out a English Bunch of idiots living insignificant Caught in anything they'd kill a king No worries man be Christness got me off the crutches living righteous And I might just Hang with the likes of these common thieves, prostitutes you can say you saw me
[Chorus:] If I'm a live, I'm a live for my God And if I'm a die I'm a die for the cause Don't' matter got peace in my mind Day after day, let the love shine
[Behind the Song:] [Manafest:] "This song/verse is about a guy who goes into a bar or club, and some guy's try to pick a fight with him. I'm just trying to say if your going to party keep it clean without getting all physical and tough."Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
