E-Type - Fight it back Lyrics

On the white horses
We come marching through the fields,
We think we're kings,
When we come across the field of deeds.
But we should know,
That the trophy that we carry is the head…
Of mi brother that has paid with his life,
And now he is dead.

We got a typhoon on the rise,
Typhoon on the rise,
We got a typhoon on the rise,
Typhoon on the rise…

We gotta fight it back,
We gotta get it on the run,
We gotta fight it back,
Here comes the future,
The fire that's burning as bright as the sun…
Fight it back!

How come we can't realize,
That what we doin this is wrong?
We got to get off this ship of fools,
It will sink before long.
We can't accept that,
The man of wetbones is still on the streets,
We have to get our act together,
And get up on the feet.

We got a typhoon on the rise,
Typhoon on the rise,
We got a typhoon on the rise,
Typhoon on the rise…

We gotta fight it back,
We gotta get it on the run,
We gotta fight it back,
Here comes the future,
The fire that's burning as bright as the sun…
Fight it back!