Testo The Good Fight - Phonte
Testo della canzone The Good Fight (Phonte), tratta dall'album Charity Starts At Home
When you wake up in the morning
I want you to go to the mirror
And I want you to look yourself in the eyes and say, "Fuck you"
Fuck your hopes, fuck your dreams
Fuck all the good you thought this life was gon' bring you
Now let's go out here and try to make this bitch happen
New Tiggalon, New Tiggalon, New Tiggalon, New Tiggalon
Up early with the sun and the stars
6 AM, ring the alarm
Weatherman say it's ninety today
But it's gon' feel like a hundred tomorrow
So throw some fresh water under the arms
Bullshit, soon as I come in the job
Boss hit me with the news like a boxcutter under the jaw
Said they just had a meeting and about three hundred
Of y'all are getting fired 'cause we been defunded
Can't say I didn't even see it coming
I always knew that one day
They'd find a way to throw me to the wolves and once they
Came into my room on that Friday afternoon, I was thinking
Why y'all faggot-ass niggas couldn't find me on Monday?
I know it's not sane, but yo, I'm just saying
Everybody prays for the day they see the light
But the light at the end of the tunnel is a train
Five dollar gas and poverty rates
Are rising much higher than your hourly rate
So if you thinking 'bout quitting, you should probably wait
'Cause everybody gotta do a fucking job that they hate
"Go and live out your dreams," that's what they telling
Fam in my ear all day and they yelling
"Keep it real, Tay, and don't ever sell out"
But how the fuck you sell out when ain't nobody selling?
Tired of playing with y'all
I wanna fight the good fight, but it ain't paying me, dog
NC (Make ya money)
VA (Make ya money)
To my mans still hustling hard
Tryna get it at whatever the cost
Wherever you're at or whoever you are
That's me (Make ya money)
All day (Make ya money)
It's like chasing a high, you just wanna get a hit
Just wanna get a taste, just want a benefit
Every day you wake up, there's the legitimate
Struggle between doing what's right or just doing some nigga shit
Baby bro wrote me saying it feel like he lost me
I'm like, "Dude, I'm trying, back the fuck up off me"
My single friends say, "Tay, your family's beautiful"
I'm like, "If y'all niggas only knew what it cost me"
This shit don't come with no blueprints
And with every change, it seems more like a game you can never win
I tell my peoples I ain't rich
But this harvest is the farthest from broke a nigga ever been
"Go for your dreams," that's what they telling
Fam in my ear all day and they yelling
"Keep it real, Tay, and don't ever sell out"
But what the fuck is selling out if ain't nobody selling?
Shit, tired of playing with y'all
I'm tryna fight the good fight, but they ain't paying me, dog
NC (Make ya money)
VA (Make ya money)
To my mans still hustling hard
Where you at or whoever you are
Coinstar, pennies out of the jar
All day, nigga (Make ya money)
Credits
Writer(s): Coleman Phonte Lyshod, Douthit Patrick Denard
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