fight be the best. But by your strength you can?t win. Only accept the truth. Jesus fought for you. So much fight to lose? Close your eyes, open your heart Now fight
to bust, it's strange to us Y'all *** be scramblin', gamblin' Up in restaurants with mandolins and violins We just sittin' here tryin' to win, tryin
dat love to bust, its strange to us ya'll niggas be scramblin, gamblin up in restaurants with mandolins and violins. We just sittin' here tryin to win
new faith, a different way of life Witness the shame see for yourself the lies I'll take the fight, bring it every time, any time Refuse to let them win
minute My ass is in it, to win, for an infinite Number of light years as I fight fears that I felt Since time began let my mind expand with no help Trying
in flight (We go beyond the edge of the sky) The first to fly The first to strive The first to fight to stay alive The first to win The first to strike
your brother. The force of war, dynamite blast Rides on the weak and the poor Don't want to see my brother in pain when the man fights big man's
human kind to fight against the Holy Trinity and its greed Serenity is tubid once and for all With death's blessing I will win Like living candles fighting
all rot! check it It's difficult not to leave you a stiff adult, if you rip with insults Blood will be dripping with ? ? ? ? ? ? , once my instinct impulse And my instinct force
that love to bust, it's strange to us Y'all niggaz be scramblin, gamblin Up in restaraunts with mandolins, and violins We just sittin here tryin to win
happy with you and me [Chorus] [Gil Scott-Heron] The first to fly The first to strive The first to fight to stay alive The first to win The first to
I'm the river, that flow to the hood, to the woods, to the birds, to the mud, to the bricks over the curves To the force bizarrs got with 4 acres in the
collision The fight to win me took place within me And whoever I submit it to would ultimately choose where they would send me I stood motionless, approaching this comatose-ness with openness