The Irish Fighter

 

Fighting for years fighting with peers dammit this kids fighting back the tears

He gets picked on and bullied everday so he becomes a cocky mother fucker all day

Fighting with his mama his papa everyone he loves cause no one understands

That the pain inside him is eating him up and all his bloods about to pour out

He keeps writing that note time and time again waiting for that last straw but it seems to never end

He grabs the blade and goes deeper every night the look of red makes him smile some more

He keeps on livin tho Even tho he wanna quit it tho he's sleeping tho when the rest of his friends

Are out partying and drinking his bleeding more he feels so alone the darkness don't even help

Alone with his thoughts if anyone ever herd them they'd be calling the cops yeah he's a rich white boy

But he's dead on the inside but what no one nows is that he comes from a broken home

Moms all alone dad ran off with a hoe so I'm stressing cause moms runnin low on the doe

So I got to figure it out and make it cause if I don't then I might as well end it I've tried it all

Poppin shooting smoking hanging cutting but non of it ever works the only thing that brings

Happiness to this kid is fighting but he's Irish so I guess that works

He likes the look of red on his opponent but if the ref don't stop it then he'll be in jail for murder

He's a little fucked in the head but I guess after years of being bullied it will do that to a kid with a temper

 

 

Yeah it's that Irish temper the Irish temper

The Irish Temper will fuck up some people

Yeah it's that Irish temper the Irish temper

 

 

The irish temper ina irish fighter can cause terror like an IRA Sniper,

Think your clever ready for whatever till your set on fire by a "Kiss me im Irish" Lighter,

Make you overdose on coke at a lake road found by local folk eyes as white as soap,

Wonder why i smoke weed like amberleaf im from the gutter raised by a single mother,

Ive known hunger but i survive and my cries are heard like thunder motherfucker,

I rise higher than the skies then i slam down and every motherfucker dies,

Real Recognise Real ive got a weapon i dont conceal surprise its a shilaylay tell me how it feels,

Im smoked up in the GPO on easter mornin how is it gonna go,

Spittin flow while filling the clip to make the Crown swallow,

My motto "Tir gan Teanga, Tir gan anam" so those words im follow,

Our day will come so till then your run from the gun im an Irish Republican,

Im put in written cause its not just my opinion ive been risen so now our system calls me villain,

Im Cathloic by religion and thats my decision your a christian and i respect your vision but respect mine,

Or else ill put into decline ive got no time for your bad punchline ive been a rebel my full bloodline,