Pull hearts that tear the pieces
Kick in doors of homes for robbing
We coming in like a wind that can't stop
We have the power and we got things to say
I lost it all when I played that game
So say little boy
Can you fight and try to write
Right the wrongs of your own vice?
You lost what you had and it ain't coming back
Daddy left
You can't fight that fact
You have only your pen
Only the gun
Stand and fight
Or sit and write