Goodie Mob - Fighting Lyrics
Put me in a serious situation hope I get another chanceTo live life as I know4:30 was the time, Im feelin a pain in my chestI guess I smoke too much sessMakin a nigga mo slow off the doe in olympian bubblin under whoWheres the crew thick mist in the trailIm feelin pressure off the tessSpine advertising swine on channel 2 when in the same breathYou tellin me dont eat from that plate increasin my bloodOutbreaks on my skin dont blend with the way I want this thang to flowIf I can help the cause dont have to treat it with no tricksYou settin me cancer on a stick, visualize destruction soon to comeThrowin within this city we call atlantisPrayin like a mantis everyday aint good in the woods of southwestI stress in my rhymes...fighting for yo spirit and you mind!So what it be like my brother be catching gangreneThe water be brown in the morning in my sinkWho that in my eyes some clampett eaten away by fungiAnother virus disease, at ease, quick to lead a strike against haitiWhen half your army in the bed with pains in their backAnd behind their headWitch doctors giving more medicaid but aint no aidBut these aint tha same from nam, didnt give a damnWho only wanted saddam now your hands numbCant run old age before thirtyThis what you wanted when you signed your (hand) ***** on tha lineFightin for your spirit and your mind, service to my kind...Seems like were fighting for our spirit and mindThey got us fighting for our spirit and mindStill fighting for our spirit and mindWe cant stop fighting for our spirit and mindMultiple stab wounds sticin thru in the ol school cutlass supremeThirty-five cents to my name and thats fo a blunt manThe way thangs goin today I might as well be dead, so dreadThe voices on the radio got me seamedCant put a smile on my face cuz my pockets aint straightAt least not the way I want em to beEarly as phuckk, eight fifty-oneLast night I barely got some zs ... sleep...uhI cant ol burd in the next room havin nightmaresIt sound like wind blowin when she weep, speakI cant Im tired on the way to the slave camp...I utter very little words, Im thinkin about a ciggy I snatchedFrom the jaws of death, a sack of crumbled herb ...Rollin down main streetEast point, I swerve, campbelton rd, southsideEight fify-five, jacket at bus top standin, sweatin but, I aintSmilinOutside its twenty below fool Im ridin to the liquor storeClosed thats right I go hotta at this beeso I knowWho work at the texaco gas station, pacin back down memory laneFeelin strange cant explain, so bare wit me pleaeThru this green light I seesThat tramp that gave me herpes wreck, wham, crash, stumblin jumps outThe ride empty the glock fo, five, d.e.a.d.Woke up handcuffed inside gradyTagged with an i-u-d (intoxicated una dank)I took two swiggs outts my deuce-deuce, old eNow stephen k-i-n-g had the story all wrongBlood last five points, Im gone[cee-lo]As individuals and as a people we are at warBut the majority of my side got they eyes open wideBut still dont recognize what we fighting foI guess thats what Im writing for to try to shed some lightBut we been in the darkness for so long, dont know right from wrongYall scared to come near it, you ignore the voiceIn your head when you hear itThe enemy is after yo spirit but you think its all in yo mindYoull find a lot of the reason we behindIs because the system is designed to keep our third eyes blindBut not blind in the sense that our other two eyes cant seeYou just end investing quality time in places you dont even neeed to beWe dont even know who we are, but the answer aint farMatter of fact its right up under our noseBut the system taught us to keep that book closedSee the reason why he gotta lie and deceive is soThat we wont act accordinglyTo get the blessings we suppose to receiveYeah its true, uncle sam wants you to be a devil tooSee, hes jealous because his skin is a curse but whats worseIs if I put it in a verse yall listen to some bullshit firstWe aint natural born killas, we are a spiritual peopleGods chosen fewThink about the slave trade when they had boats withThousands of us on boardAnd we still was praising the lord now you ready to dieOver a coat, a necklace round your throat, thats bullshitBlack people yall better realize, we losin, you better fight and dieIf you got to get yo spirit and mind back and we got to do it togetherGoodie mob means, the good die mostly over bullshitYou take away one o and it will let you knowGod is every man of blacknessThe lord has spoken thru me and the g-mo-b!
