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 rhymesfighting 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 sleepuh
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 down
That's alright I go holla 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, DEAD
Woke up handcuffed inside Grady
Tagged with an IU-D (intoxicated una dank)
I took two swiggs outts my deuce-deuce, old E
Now Stephen K-IN-G had the story all wrong
Blood last five points, I'm gone

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 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 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 god damn 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!