Fighting For A Reason

 

Broken hand

Bleeding gums

I fought again

In the alley with my thugs

 

Sweet gentle souls

All thirsty for blood

We throw the punches

To numb the pain

Little Sam wants to die one day

Better to be dead

Than go hungry again

Morgan fights to be a better man

I fight for the simple need

Of this wanting

Wanting to be needed

Hated

Despise

Loved  

Hooligans in your eyes

But that’s just a lie

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