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Fighting
(专辑: Soul Food - 1995)
Put me in a
serious situation hope I
get another chance To live life as I
know 4:30 was the
time, I'm feeling a
pain in my chest I
guess I
smoke too much sess Making a
nigga mo' slow off the
doe in Olympian bubbling under who Where's the
crew thick mist in the
trail I'm feeling pressure off the
tess Spine advertising swine on Channel 2
when in the
same breath You telling me don't eat from that plate increasing 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 setting me cancer on a
stick, visualize destruction soon to come Throwing within this city we call Atlantis Praying 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 Fighting 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 sticing thru in the
ol' school Cutlass Supreme Thirty-five cents to my name and that's fo' a
blunt man The
way thangs going 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 having nightmares It sound like wind blowing when she weep, speak I
can't I'm tired on the
way to the
slave camp... I
utter very little words, I'm thinking about a
ciggy I
snatched From the
jaws of death, a
sack of crumbled herb ... Rolling down Main Street East Point, I
swerve, Campbelton Rd, Southside Eight fify-five, jacket at bus top standing, sweating but, I
ain't smilin Outside it's twenty below fool I'm riding to the
liquor store Closed that's right I
go hotta at this beeso I
know Who work at the
Texaco Gas station, pacing back down memory lane Feeling strange can't Explain, so bare wit me pleae Thru this green light I
sees That tramp that gave me herpes wreck, wham, crash, stumbling 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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