Fighting
Goodie Mob Lyrics


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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 steamed
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 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 please
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

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 need 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 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!

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Goodie Mob's "Fighting" is a commentary on the plight of black people in contemporary society. The song is a cry for freedom and liberation from the systemic oppression that has plagued the black community for centuries. The verses paint a picture of a society that is rife with drugs, crime, poverty, and disease. The first verse describes the physical effects of drug abuse, while the second speaks to the recurring nightmares and trauma suffered by people in poverty. The chorus emphasizes the importance of "fighting for your spirit and your mind" despite the obstacles.


The second verse addresses the way in which systemic oppression is designed to keep black people in a state of ignorance and fear. The singer argues that the education system and the media are tools used to miseducate and manipulate black people to remain submissive. He stresses the importance of self-knowledge and spiritual awakening to gain the freedom and justice that the black community deserves.


Overall, the song's message is one of empowerment and resistance against the societal and systemic barriers that black people face daily. It is a compelling and passionate commentary on the current state of affairs and an urgent call to action to dismantle the oppressive systems and regain dignity and freedom.


Line by Line Meaning

Put me in a serious situation hope I get another chance To live life as I know
I hope I get another chance to live life as I know it and not be put in a serious situation


4:30 was the time, I'm feelin' a pain in my chest I guess I smoke too much sess
It was 4:30 and I was feeling pain in my chest, maybe from smoking too much marijuana


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
Marijuana is making me slow and it's hard to find my way through the thick mist; I feel pressure from society


Spine advertising swine on Channel 2 when in the same breath You tellin' me don't eat from that plate increasin' my blood
The media is hypocritical for advertising unhealthy food while simultaneously telling me not to eat it


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
My skin conditions are getting in the way and I want to help without resorting to 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!
Indulging in unhealthy habits is like setting myself up for cancer and destruction; I am fighting for people's spirit and 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
My brother is getting sick, the water in my sink is dirty, and my eyes have an infection


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
There are diseases spreading and people are not getting the help they need, even the military is affected, and the government doesn't care


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
I can't age quickly, I am fighting for my spirit and mind, serving my people


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
We are fighting for our spirit and mind, and we cannot stop


Multiple stab wounds sticin' thru in the ol' school Cutlass Supreme Thirty-five cents to my name and that's fo' a blunt man
I have stab wounds, and only 35 cents to my name which isn't enough to buy anything but a blunt


The way thangs 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 cuz my pockets ain't straight At least not the way I want 'em to be
I'm feeling so negative, the voices on the radio are pissing me off, and I can't even smile because I'm so broke.


Early as phuckk, eight fifty-one Last night I barely got some Z's sleep uh
It's really early, and I didn't get much sleep last night


I can't ol' Burd in the next room havin' nightmares It sound like wind blowin' when she weep, speak
I can't deal with my neighbor's nightmares; it sounds like the wind when she cries


I'm thinkin' about a ciggy I snatched From the jaws of death, a sack of crumbled herb Rollin' down Main Street
I am thinking about a cigarette I took, that it was so good I felt like I cheated death, and smoking herb while driving down Main Street


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
It's cold outside, and I'm feeling stressed while waiting at the bus stop; I go to the liquor store, but it's closed so I visit an old friend who works at a convenience store.


Can't explain, so bare wit me please 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 can't explain what happened, but I see the person who gave me herpes then crash my car; I got arrested and woke up in the hospital


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
As people, we are at war, and many are aware of it, but still don't know what we're fighting for


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
I am writing to try and help, but people are so used to the darkness that they don't know what's right or wrong; people are scared to acknowledge their inner voice


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
The enemy attacks our spirit, but we think it's just in our head; we are behind in society because the system wants to keep us ignorant


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 aren't completely blind because our other senses can perceive, but we invest time in places that don't benefit us


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
We don't know who we are, but the answer is right in front of us; the system taught us to ignore it


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
The reason the system lies and deceives us is to prevent us from receiving blessings we deserve


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
The government wants us to be evil too, and they hate themselves; however, people often ignore this message and focus on trivial things


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
We are not born killers but are spiritual people; when we were slaves we still had faith, unlike now when we fight over material possessions


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!
Black people need to wake up, fight and die for their spirit and mind; Goodie Mob means that the good die because of trivial things. If one "O" is taken away, it spells "God". The Lord spoke through Goodie Mob.




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: JOHN DAVIS, LEROY BARNETT, NICHOLAS COLGAN

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