IF MY MAN WAS FIGHTING
I WOULD BE BEHIND HIM
STRAIGHT SHOOK UP BESIDE HIM
WITH STRENGTH HE DIDN’T KNOW
IT’S YOU I’M FIGHTING FOR
HE CAN’T LOSE WITH ME IN TOW
I REFUSE TO LET HIM GO
AT HIS SIDE, AND DRUNK ON PRIDE
WE WAIT FOR THE BLOW
WE PUT IT IN WRITING BUT WHO YOU WRITING FOR?
JUST US ON KITCHEN FLOOR
JUSTICE DONE, RECITING MY STOMACH STANDING STILL
LIKE YOU’RE READING MY WILL
HE STILL STANDS IN SPITE OF WHAT HIS SCARS SAY
AND I’LL BATTLE TILL THIS BITTER FINALE
JUST ME, MY DIGNITY
YES MY MAN IS FIGHTING
AND I WILL STAND BESIDE YOU
WHO YOU FIGHTING FOR
D – I WOULD HAVE DIED TOO
I’D LIKE TOO
