Carlos Andres Gomez - How to Fight lyrics

"Look, I don't even know you, dog So, I'm not trying to start anything, alright? Just chill out, son" Hermano That's usually a best case scenario for squashing beef with me on a Saturday night after a few drinks Conflict called "beef"- As if it might feed some hungry mouths How absurd and ironic our language has become, hermano I get nervous out at the club now Do you? I'm tired of us playing games where the odds are never in our favor Feels like the people that have been betting on us- Training us, feeding us- Care less about who wins and more about someone losing Hermano From birth It has been a given that we won't know how to fight Only choose to k** Or scrap and punch and confuse it with fight Won't know the power of colors held tight Like strong, well-worn multi-colored laces Or blue and red bandanas bound together at Crips and Bloods Truc Picnic in 1992 Spanish and English melted together in an early morning Sunday choir Hermano "Yo, that's my dog Who's that cat? Yo, look at this chicken." We are trained to think of each other as animals Makes bullets fit more easily in the clip Makes it feel more like hunting Or a park ranger doing population control "Yo, chill out, son Damn, shorty, fall back" Lil Flip, Young Buck, Lil Scrappy, Yung Joc- Call ourselves young and little, like we're proud of it Like there is any way we ever could be- Even at birth After surviving what no one else could Buried in boats in the Atlantic or Caribbean Full of bodies packed so tight Most praying For the opportunity of starvation over being immediately suffocated Hermano This false language was never sufficient Like a trial by jury The odds allusive Words Making it easy to k** each other The naming right of war "I'ma rattle them n***as I'mma get these n***as I'mma k** that n***a Nigrito, that wetback, spic" How easily Epithets condone the d**hs of enemies That slept in the same bed you did Wore those same shoes The same pimple-faced bu*terflies in stomach Liked a girl once that smelled sweet and had dimples A starched, pleated dress and oversized bu*tons Thought the world of you "I'mma rattle them n***as I'mma get these n***as I'mma k** that n***a" Hermano I'm not gonna fight you Hermano We aren't what we call each other Hermano We've lost too many of us already Hermano Me llamo Carlos Ya nos conoce nos Tu eres mi hermano Let's start something