ترانه:
For The Fallen Dreams Fist Fight

okay. Fight, fight, fight, fight for what is right. Ya gotta fight, fight, fight for what is right. You don't deserve anything. Fight, fight, fight for what is right. Ya gotta fight, fight

not okay. Fight, fight, fight, fight for what is right. Ya gotta fight, fight, fight for what is right. You don't deserve anything. Fight, fight, fight for what is right. Ya gotta fight, fight

Too many schemes divides when dreams collide Teams provide war for the street to absorb You're stashed in the ceilin' and you slept on the floor Only a blind dove'll fall

hard to live right I?m carrying 7 point 62?s to fist fights aint nobody playing fair they cheat no cheat way finna be the topic for the preachers Eulogy

the fall of a hero I lived the fall and I tasted all Witness the fall of a hero Don't wanna live anymore With my barehands, I tried, I won, The fight

disposition is that of a parrot commissioned to live in a cage who hits the parents when decisions are made to not listen and they got their fist in

for real Skinny George Foreman, all in your grill My rhyme style is blind, it's all in the feel Touch it and watch the blood fall with the steel The

walls of trust This is just jail for those who must Get up in the morning & fight for such unusable standards While weeping maidens show-off penury & pout ravings for

on for peace Little boys go marching on for peace Little boys go marching on for peace Little boys go marching on for peace Little boys go marching on for