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2011 September 30
Posted by kaitlin.killian

Students can feel empowered if they have a sense of belonging. Sometimes they try to make up for this lack of power by finding it in the wrong places. Students who do not feel a sense of belonging may attempt to alleviate their lack of belonging by teaming up with others who feel the same. This can lead to violent gang related activity. Gemineye speaks specifically to these distraught individuals. “Rather than living for something, you’re just self-destructing and fucking your own self over.” He tells his listeners that people focused on crime are wasting their lives. They could be living for something, yet they get caught up in anti-social activities.

He repeats the phrase “what are you fighting for?” throughout the poem. He reiterates how important it is for distressed individuals to find a sense of belonging and put their motivations toward something positive. “Cuz owning the streets is just a fictitious concept.” He makes the connection that finding a sense of belonging on the streets is not something to fight for. Living with crime will just put the individuals behind bars or result in death. At the end of the poem he changes his motif of “what are you fighting for?” to “what are you dying for.” Fighting for the streets is like fighting to the death.

He urges adolescents to fight for something good. If they can find a sense of belonging among peers who share a passion for something positive, they can avoid a life of crime. They can become more powerful individuals within the society if they fight for something good.


I would stand to miss the fists on the battlefield

Among an army of red and an army of blue

And I stand tall and true

As I ask you

What are you fighting for?

This four foot by four foot concrete block

You’re arguing for and bartering for

Is merely a prison without bars

That still manages to arrest you by

Confining your mind

And you allow this corner to define you

And now you’re redefining yourself by calling yourself a street corner


And I ask you

What are you fighting for?

You see now you’re standing on corners

I used to call my own corners

I once considered a safe zone

And now, I’m too afraid to let my mother walk to the store alone

Cuz these streets

They’re covered with cowardly fake gangsters

And I’m angered at the nonsense

That rag on your head is somehow

Keeping knowledge from seeping into your brain

Don’t you see that you’re dying for nothing

Rather than living for something

You’re self-destructing and just fucking your own self over

And I ask you

What are you fighting for?

You’re waging wars over something that never was and never will be yours

Cuz owning the streets is just a fictitious concept

That gets misused by hip-hop dudes

Trying to pass themselves off as reincarnated gangsters

So, contrary to popular belief

no matter how deep your gang is or how much money

you’ll think you’ll make from crack rocks

The only concrete rocks you’ll ever own

are the ones that come with steel bars

Or the ones we call tombstones

So I guess the only decision left for you to choose is whether

The fabric in your casket should be red or blue

And I ask you

What are you dying for?

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