Find myself with my mic in a tight spot
There the type to pick a fight in the light or dark
Sceneries turn mean they and mimic me

Many men is thieves epidemically
Calling names out who's gonna settle it They use fists ignorant to break our fellowship
Those thugs at the parties never get chicks

Under developed kids dropping out a English
Bunch of idiots living insignificant
Caught in anything they'd kill a king

No worries man be Christness got me off the crutches living righteous
And I might just
Hang with the likes of these common thieves, prostitutes you can say you saw me


[Chorus:]
If I'm a live, I'm a live for my God

And if I'm a die I'm a die for the cause
Don't' matter got peace in my mind
Day after day, let the love shine


[Behind the Song:]
[Manafest:] "This song/verse is about a guy who goes into a bar or club, and some guy's try to pick a fight with him. I'm just trying to say if your going to party keep it clean without getting all physical and tough."