Why between lies and fear we need to decide?
 Why not face that question, which lures our love to the light of our future?
 
 Why not sing and dream, but also fight and hope, 
 and fight.
 If we're bounded by love and love is iron and fire, 
 is all man want but don't seem to be able to keep forever, 
 or for long.
 
 What's wrong with fighting, what's wrong with crying, 
 what's wrong with hustle if we thrive together?
 
 What is it about money that pulls people together with the strength of a bull 
 but pulls them apart with the strength of a hurricane?
 Tell me, my love, why does it have to be this way?