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 ....<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-are-you-fighting-for-2/
