Fighting

Fighting - Goodie Mob

Put me in a serious situation hope I get another chance

To live life as I know

4:30 was the time I'm feelin' a pain in my chest

I guess I smoke too much sess

Makin' a ni**a mo' slow off the doe in

Olympian bubblin' under who

Where's the crew thick mist in the trail

I'm feelin' pressure off the tess

Spine advertising swine on Channel

2 when in the same breath

You tellin' me don't eat from that plate increasin' my blood

Outbreaks on my skin don't blend with

The way I want this thang to flow

If I can help the cause don't have to treat it with no tricks

You settin' me cancer on a stick

Visualize destruction soon to come

Throwin' within this city we call Atlantis

Prayin' like a mantis everyday ain't good

In the woods of Southwest

I stress in my rhymes fighting

For yo' spirit and you mind

So what it be like my brother be catching gangrene

The water be brown in the morning in my sink

Who that in my eyes some

Clampett eaten away by fungi

Another virus disease at ease

Quick to lead a strike against Haiti

When half your army in the bed with pains in their back

And behind their head

Witch doctors giving more Medicaid but ain't no aid

But these ain't tha same from

'Nam didn't give a damn

Who only wanted Saddam now your hands numb

Can't run old age before thirty

This what you wanted when

You signed your (hand) 'cock on tha line

Fightin' for your spirit and your mind

Service to my kind

Seems like we're fighting for our spirit and mind

They got us fighting for our spirit and mind

Still fighting for our spirit and mind

We can't stop fighting for our spirit and mind

Multiple stab wounds sticin' thru

In the ol' school Cutlass Supreme

Thirty-five cents to my name and that's fo' a blunt man

The way thangs goin' today

I might as well be dead so dread

The voices on the radio got me seamed

Can't put a smile on my face

'Cause my pockets ain't straight

At least not the way I want 'em to be

Early as phuckk eight fifty-one

Last night I barely got some Z's sleep uh

I can't ol' Burd in the next room havin' nightmares

It sound like wind blowin' when she weep speak

I can't I'm tired on the way to the slave camp

I utter very little words

I'm thinkin' about a ciggy I snatched

From the jaws of death a sack of crumbled herb

Rollin' down Main Street

East Point I swerve Campbelton Rd Southside

Eight fify-five jacket at bus top standin' sweatin' but I ain't

Smilin

Outside it's twenty below fool I'm ridin' to the liquor store

Closed that's right I go hotta at this beeso I know

Who work at the Texaco Gas station

Pacin' back down memory lane

Feelin' strange can't Explain so bare wit me pleae

Thru this green light I sees

That tramp that gave me herpes wreck

Wham crash stumblin' jumps out

The ride empty the glock fo' five D E A D

Woke up handcuffed inside Grady

Tagged with an I-U-D (intoxicated una dank)

I took two swiggs outts my deuce-deuce old E

Now Stephen K-I-N-G had the story all wrong

Blood last five points I'm gone

(Cee-Lo)

As individuals and as a people we are at war

But the majority of my side got they eyes open wide

But still don't recognize what we fighting fo

I guess that's what I'm writing for to try to she'd some light

But we been in the darkness for so long

Don't know right from wrong

Y'all scared to come near it you ignore the voice

In your head when you hear it

The enemy is after yo' spirit

But you think it's all in yo' mind

You'll find a lot of the reason we behind

Is because the system is designed to keep our third eyes blind

But not blind in the sense that our other two eyes can't see

You just end investing quality time

In places you don't even neeed to be

We don't even know who we are

But the answer ain't far

Matter of fact it's right up under our nose

But the system taught us to keep that book closed

See the reason why he gotta lie and deceive is so

That we won't act accordingly

To get the blessings we suppose to receive

Yeah it's true Uncle Sam wants you to be a devil too

See he's jealous because his skin is a curse but what's worse

Is if I put it in a verse y'all listen to some b******t first

We ain't natural born killas

We are a spiritual people

God's chosen few

Think about the slave trade when they had boats with

Thousands of us on board

And we still was praising

The Lord now you ready to die

Over a coat a necklace round your throat that's b******t

Black people ya'll better realize

We losin you better fight and die

If you got to get yo' spirit and mind back

And we got to do it together

Goodie Mob means

"The Good Die Mostly Over Bullshit"

You take away one "O" and it will let you know

"God is Every Man of Blackness"

The Lord has spoken thru me and the G-Mo-B