Fighting Lyrics - Soul Food - 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 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! 

Related 

23 Boy Band Slow Jams That Made You Believe In Love 

Love Stinks, So Here Are 15 Anti-Valentine's Day Songs 

Modern Love: The Best Top 40 Love Songs For Valentine's Day 

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 

Photos 

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!