(feat. Jamie Foxx, Guru)



[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: x2]

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