Any Given Sunday (feat. Guru & Common) - Soundtrack Version

Guru
 Though the times are getting wicked I'm older
 I got a chip on my shoulder
 True players always maintaing, I'm different I told ya
 Don't want to be just a commodity
 I'm smarter G
 This is my life, and my soul not just a job to me
 It's the truest part of me
 Fans now mobbing me
 Fake friends acting like I just won the lottery
 Back then I guess it was hard to see
 The real paradox
 What an artist see
 It's like that saying
 Be careful what you pray for you might get it
 Of course it's all about winning and money but how far will we let it
 Taken 'em, the holy game can make 'em, then instantaneously break 'em
 Rain one day sunshine the next
 Haters try and stop my flow sometimes I'm vexed
 What's next accounted by the press
 Mad stress on my chest
 Of course I know that I'm blessed but here's the test
 On "Any Given Sunday" I got to play my best
 Chorus:
 Sacrifice don't give up the fight,
 everything will be all right on any given Sunday
 Guru: The harder they come the hard, yeah the harder they must fall
 Depends on you if you win or lose,
 you know you got to pay some dues so that you can live on Monday
 Guru: Strive to achieve and die for what you believe
 [Jamie Foxx]
 On the battlefields left abandoned
 One man standing
 To me the ball was handed
 Taken shots and left stranded,
 No defensive they tackle me
 Every blow brings back a memory
 Learning lessons from my injury
 It's killing me
 Cause at first they wasn't feeling me
 Never given a chance to show my true ability
 Too many pressures trying to play me out
 Put me positions that's sure to lay me out
 No doubt
 Chorus:
 Sacrifice don't give up the fight,
 everything will be all right on any given Sunday
 Guru: The harder they come the hard, yeah the harder they must fall
 Depends on you if you win or lose,
 you know you got to pay some dues so that you can live on Monday
 Guru: Strive to achieve and die in for what you believe
 [Common]
 Playing on a field of hard times
 These struggles are like the yardlines that I gain from
 Nowhere is where I came from
 From day one, I knew the game and how to play run
 But never knew the price of fame would weigh tons
 Now I learn from self when pain comes
 And walk when they say run
 Fame can be as painful as
 Death of patron
 Young black, gifted
 But I'm rapped in myself
 Broke many tackles but I'm trapped in myself
 See what happens with wealth
 At times you can lose yourself
 During the sunniest of days many superstars fell
 From cotton to football fields
 You know how they play brothers
 As long as we play well they love us
 I know that on Any Given Sunday
 This can be taken from me
 But it all comes down to is money
 I know that on Any Given Sunday
 This can be taken from me
 But it all comes down to is money y'all
 Chorus: (2x)
 Sacrifice don't give up the fight,
 everything will be all right on Any Given Sunday
 Guru: The harder they come the hard, yeah the harder they must fall
 Depends on you if you win or lose,
 you got to pay some dues so that you can live on Monday
 Guru: Strive to achieve and die for what you believe