Just One More Fight.

I’ve been thinkin’ ‘bout the six of us,

Raised in love and fire and dust.

We didn’t have much, but we had the fight,

And somehow that always made it right.

Lili’s never steady, always needin’ more,

Lala’s out there, kickin’ down the door.

Adrian’s always schemin’ quiet plans,

And Urel’s thinkin’, workin’ with his hands.

Destiny’s just bein’ and learnin’ his way,

While I was the one who had to stray.

The Marines were my reason to run,

Thought I’d find myself under a different sun.

Maybe I did… but maybe I broke

The best thing I had the day that I spoke,

“I’m gone.”

And I’ve been gone too long.

I’d give anything for one more fight,

One more dumb shout on a Sunday night.

One more slammed door, one more call-out,

Followed by laughin’ and a late-night hangout.

We’re the Martinez six—loud, wrong, and tight.

And I swear I’d give anything for one more fight.

Now we’re older, scattered and real,

But I still feel every wound I didn’t heal.

You don’t need blood to bleed inside—

Just time and silence and pride.

But Lala’s still laughin’, Lili still roams,

Adrian’s grindin’, and Urel stays home.

Destiny’s holdin’ his babies tight,

And me…

I just want to get it right.

I’d give anything for one more fight,

One more swing, one more night.

One more round where we say too much,

Then eat, forgive, and laugh as such.

We’re the Martinez six—wrong or right,

Built on love, made to ignite.

And I’d give anything

for one more fight