Fighting Lyrics by Goodie Mob

Fighting Lyrics

    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 nigga 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 cuz 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 shed 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 its 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 bullshit 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 bullshit
    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!

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