fight for it Story?s full of Anger If freedom is the solution And the state only slavery I already chose my fight
up the back door. Well, son, you're free to go. A-F-R-O marijuana cargo, __ C'mon, Let's all get drunk tonight. I hope I don't fight with a punk tonight
fight the feeling And I like the color of your eyes Baby baby Many times the words are spoken No doubt somebody will decide Play me And strum me like a guitar
m gonna leave today I ran into my room And I fell down on my knees Well, I thought that fifteen Was gonna be a breeze I picked up my guitar To blast
get away I'm gonna leave today I ran into my room And I fell down on my knees Well, I thought that fifteen Was gonna be a breeze I picked up my guitar
My breast is cradled In the curve of my guitar I'm breaking strings And other things playing hard No I'm not on the rag But I'm not on the run I am matching
The guitar is screaming Never give it up, never giving up Right to the end Sacrificing, no compromising Is what we're bringing Never give it up, never giving up Fight
Meet me at midnight at the broadcast tower high above the Hollywood sign. You bring your guitar and I'll bring my radio, radio. Everyone will come from
I can't fight the feeling Gave up appealing To everyone There's nothing else to write about I can't predict the future But the image can't contain me
gold and I'm still sewing it down Moon roof to da back bently coupe blowin it out rock juice Like a electric guitar, bounce to da sky like I'm tryna shoot
ll be alright Straight up, down the line, I've got the blues in my soul All I need is my guitar, I got this rock, I wanna roll You gotta fight for what
gonna throw away the guitar and burn the piano we say it on the earth and we say it interstellar like a lion in Zion we will fight for what we want cause
in You'll probably find me all over the place In pictures of me back in school A slight crooked kid like the smile on my face And my first guitar by
Who lived in the room next to me? We shared a bathroom in the hall Stare at me through a crack in the door Day I moved in I was playing' my guitar Started
[Chorus:] Jah Vinci, Di bwoy dem a fight fi war Drive up and park di car When yuh baretta wave Bwoy bite di tar Play di trigga like fight guitar Bwoy
And deer heads over my bed My Granddaddy fought in World War Two But my Daddy went to Vietnam And I ain't scared to grab my gun And fight for my homeland
