I went to town one day to get a job and everybody looked at me like I was lost
I quickly turned around and I walked back home, stopping for a taste of the honeycomb
The sweet honeycomb brought me to my knees, thinkin’ ‘bout the bee’s generosity
I thanked the bees for the afternoon bite and then I walked on and continued my fight… as I continued my fight

I fight on the bus and I fight on my feet, I fight with the bees when the honey’s too sweet
Sometimes I fight just to see if I can win, sometimes I lose, and I do it again
I fight with my heart and I fight with my mind, I fight in the rain even in the sunshine
I fight with my ma when she fights with my pa, I’ve got to get a ticket out of Arkansas…
Out of Arkansas….out of Arkansas

Well I got within about a block from my home and then I decided I’d continue to roam
I started out north then I took a turn south, a bee flew up and stung me on the side of my mouth
I grabbed my face and I let out a cry, the bee hit the ground and it started to die
My cheek lit up like dynamite and I walked home alone underneath the moonlight…underneath the moonlight…underneath the moonlight

I fight with my friends don’t bother with the enemies most of those fights seem to lack nobility
I fight with the women and I fight with the men, I fight with my conscience over my sins
I fight with my rage when I’m sitting in the traffic, I fight with the news when I’m hearing something tragic
I fight with my hands when I twiddle my thumbs, I fight with my future over what I’ll become…over what I’ll become….over what I’ll become