This is a song about "And fighting"

Niggas talk a lot of shit, but that's after i'm gone

Are the poor and sick and tired who've been fighting too long,

I began rapping writing my life journey and how i was fighting life's cruelty,

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

Infectious like my rhymes, i'm fighting crime, and picking wages

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

I spit verses hard and mean statistics say mine are fighting machines,

Now i'm rising up and fighting, ain't no guards, fuck protection,

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

And i hope you stand beside me when,down and out but still fighting in,

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Everything is subject to change like broken dollars

Like odysseys and stop fighting wars that the government orders,

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

The white and black are fighting back, explode like space comets,