Fighting

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 **** 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 legs

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 sellin' me cancer on a stick, visualize destruction soon to come

From within this city we call Atlantis

Prayin' like a mantis, every day ain't good in the woods of Southwest

I stress in my rhymes, fighting for your spirit and your 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 eye? 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, sick with pains in their back

And behind their head

Witch doctors giving more Medicaid but ain't no aid

But these ain't the same from 'Nam, didn't give a damn

Who only wanted Saddam, now your hands numb

Can't run, old age before thirty

Is this what you wanted when you signed your cock on the 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 slicin' thru in the ol' school Cutlass Supreme

Thirty-five cents to my name and that's fo' a blunt, man

The way things is goin' today I might as well be dead, so dread

The voices on the radio got me steamed

Can't put a smile on my face 'cause my pockets ain't straight

At least not the way I want 'em to be

Early as fuck, 8:51

Last night I barely got some Zs, sleep, huh

I can't, ol' Burd in the next room havin' nightmares

It sounds 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

8:55, jackals at the 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 bear with me please

Through this green light I sees

That tramp that gave me herpes, wreck, wham, crash, stumbling jumps out

The ride empty the Glock 45, D.E.A.D

Woke up handcuffed inside Grady

Tagged with an I-U-D (Intoxicated under dank)

I took two swigs outta my deuce-deuce, Olde E

Now Stephen K-I-N-G had the story all wrong

Blood lost five paints, 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 for

I guess that's what I'm writing for, to try to shed some light

But we been in the darkness so long and 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 your spirit but you think it's all in your mind

You'll find a lot of the reason why 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 need 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 killers, 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, you know what I'm saying?

Now **** is ready to die over a coat

A necklace round your throat, that's bullshit

Black people, y'all better realize that we losing

You better goddamn fight and die

If you got to get your spirit and your 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 through me and the G-Mo-B

For our spirit and mind

Fightin' for our spirit and mind

Can't stop fightin' for our spirit and mind

We're fightin' for our spirit and mind

They got us fighting for our spirit and mind

Still fighting for our spirit and mind

Can't stop fightin' for our spirit and mind