[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