{Verse:Gemineye} I would stand to miss the fists on the battlefield Among an army of red and an army of blue And I stand tall and true As I ask you What are you fighting for? This four foot by four foot concrete block You're arguing for and bartering for Is merely a prison without bars That still manages to arrest you by Confining your mind And you allow this corner to define you And now you're redefining yourself by calling yourself a street corner Entrepreneur And I ask you What are you fighting for? You see now you're standing on corners I used to call my own corners I once considered a safe zone And now, I'm too afraid to let my mother walk to the store alone Cuz these streets They're covered with cowardly fake gangsters And I'm angered at the nonsense That rag on your head is somehow Keeping knowledge from seeping into your brain Don't you see that you're dying for nothing Rather than living for something You're self-destructing and just f**ing your own self over And I ask you What are you fighting for? You're waging wars over something that never was and never will be yours Cuz owning the streets is just a fictitious concept That gets misused by hip-hop dudes Trying to pa** themselves off as reincarnated gangsters So, contrary to popular belief no matter how deep your gang is or how much money you'll think you'll make from crack rocks The only concrete rocks you'll ever own are the ones that come with steel bars Or the ones we call tombstones So I guess the only decision left for you to choose is whether The fabric in your casket should be red or blue And I ask you What are you dying for?