Back when it was about you and him
Nah no boys needed; just you and him
Hit a lady maybe then you and them
But that’s just more the right of men
When it wasn’t about the taking of life
The limits were the duration of the fight
When you knew the working fight curfew
Before streetlights- people had shit to do
When drama simply meant “throwin’ hands”
Winners weaved and waited for hits to land.
Hit for bein’ in his yard; shot for bein’ in his wife
And on principle the
judge wouldn’t give him life
So if there’s a time where I need to defend mine
From a dude from that sacred and honored time
I’m gonna fuck his daughter and shoot his dog
Cause with all due respect… fuck him. I’m from ’89.
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