Wisdom In Chains

I started throwing down when I was only three.
My dad knew how to fight and he passed it on to me.
I practiced with my brothers then we took it to the block.
I went to school and found the bully,
cleaned his fucking clock.
My mother got so angry.
She tried to raise us right.
No matter what she did to me I always loved to fight.
Seneca kicked my ass down on 4th and Wallace St.
Youd think I learned my lesson but I fought him in a week.
Win or lose, its no different.
I guess I love the energy.
I can hear my mother calling.
"Come and get you boys cause theyre fighting in the street!"
Ive made some friends across the years and a couple enemies.
Im d own with LBU my family across the sea.
Im not the greatest fighter and I havent won them all but I still can see my fathers face and hear my mother call.
I drove through my old neighborhood trying to reminisce about the places that Ive been and faces that I miss.
Ive learned about forgiveness and a little self-control,
but if its time to rumble fuck that shit its time to fucking go
[ Fighting In The Streets Lyrics ]