Letras:
Yard Fight The Our Times

hardest to keep my sight. I'll remember these times when they're in the past. These are our times. Let's make them fucking last. These are our times.

say everything has got to be proved, this isn't a nursery And Joseph who's five years old, stops fights in his playground yard No more fights and bigotry

say everything has got to be proved, this isn't a nursery And Joseph who's five years old, stops fights in his playground yard No more fights and bigotry

Intro 1: Rasta a move like men and people, eno All dem get up and do a fight dem one another Bobo a fight gainst shanty and di bingie dem A fight

ass? Well I've never been the type To walk up and pick a fight I've always been the kind to get along I throw parties all the time And there always on

that went wrong This guitar is for sale. She's rode cross this country on freight trains and trucks On 'round pawnshop windows when we're down on our luck We been down on our

ya bodyguard nigga How y'all wanna do it, we can take it to the yard nigga we rob niggas Break 'em up (Fuck that let them niggas fight) Break 'em up (Fuck that let them niggas fight

With the sisters in their black and white And all the time those city streets Were teaching him another kind of wisdom When to run and when to fight Up

Superstar He is dangerous Look Caiaphas, they're right outside our yard Quick Caiaphas, go call the Roman guard No, wait We need a more permanent solution to our