Artist: Phonte Album: Charity Starts at Home Song: The Good Fight Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com [Intro: Phonte] When you wake up in the morning I want 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 that you thought life was gon' brang you Now let's go out there and try to make this bitch happy" New Tigallo New Tigallo New Tigallo New Tigallo [Phonte] Up early with the sun, and the stars 6 a.m., ring the alarm Weatherman say it's 90 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 box-cutter under the jaw Said they just had a meeting and I'm 'bout three hundred Are y'all are gettin fired? 'Cause we been defunded Can't say I didn't even see it coming I always knew on 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 thinkin "Why you faggot-ass niggas couldn't fire me on Monday?" I know it's not sane, but yo I'm just sayin Everybody prays for the day they see the light but the light at the end of the tunnel is a train $5 gas, and poverty rates are rising much higher than your hourly rates So if you thinkin 'bout quittin, you should probably wait 'cause err'ybody gotta do a fuckin job that they hate "Go and live out your dreams," that's what they tellin Fam in my ear all day and they yellin "Keep it real Tay and don't ever sellout" But how the fuck you sell out when ain't nobody sellin? [Chours] Tired of playin wit' y'all I wanna fight the good fight but it ain't payin me, dog N.C. (MAKE YA MON-EY!) V.A. (MAKE YA MON-EY~!) To my man still hustlin hard, tryna get it at whatever the cost Wherever you at or whoever you are That's me (MAKE YA MON-EY!) All day (MAKE YA MON-EY~!) [Phonte] It's like chasin a high, you just wanna get a hit Just wanna get a taste, just want a benefit Everyday you Wake up, there's the legitimate Struggle between doin whats right, and just doin some nigga shit Baby bro wrote me, say he feel he lost me I'm like, "Dude I'm tryin, 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 could never win I tell my peoples I ain't rich but this harvest is the farthest from broke a nigga ever been "Go and live out your dreams," that's what they tellin Fam in my ear all day and they yellin "Keep it real Tay and don't ever sellout" But what the fuck is sellin out if ain't nobody sellin? Shit.. [Chorus 2] Tired of playin wit' y'all I wanna fight the good fight but it ain't payin me, dog N.C. (MAKE YA MON-EY!) V.A. (MAKE YA MON-EY~!) To my man still hustlin hard, where you at or whoever you are CoinStar pennies out of the jar, haha All day, nigga? (MAKE YA MON-EY!) Remember that shit? (MAKE YA MON-EY~!)