 I start out, just to vibe out
I ain't about to bow out
I'm more gangsta’ than you are but I ain't about the raw-raw
My season will come, it has to
Honestly, I feel like I'm ten months pregnant or something
I'm passed due
Sincerely, I'm touchy these days, I can't take nothing
I'm trying to treat my record like the law
Shit, I'm dying to break something
And mostly, I'm up and stressin’ when other folks sleep
Believe me: I know struggle, and struggle knows me
My life owes me, like an overdose I'm slowly
Drifting in the arms of trouble, then trouble holds me
And nothing else's close to me, more than pain, unfortunately
Like a self fulfilling prophecy, I'm supposed to be...
(Chorus)
Strugglin’
And it's trouble in, in this circumstance I'm dwelling in
I find myself in the corner huddling
With some angry men, and I gotta settle shit again before they gotta kill again
I'm strugglin
And it's trouble in, in this circumstance I'm dwelling in
I find myself in the corner huddling
With some angry men, and I gotta settle shit again before they gotta kill again
I should be chillin’ on beaches
Instead my bone freezes
Ducking glocks and I walk, well, like Jesus
The realest thing for me is
Since I was a fetus
The only break I ever got was at recess,
So legitimately, I remain very little relieved
And at thug rappers, I remain very little intrigued
And can you blame me?
Look how we lived in the late eighties
Throwing rocks at the crazy ladies
And when we'd play these crazy games
The whole crew had crazy names
We even had a cripple, we use to call him Lazy Legs
But my faith remains
Untouched and unchanged
Still in my block you hear more shots than in a gun range, I'm...
(Chorus)
Aight, aight, more to the truth
No writing, just record me at the booth
Forced by the loop and the guitar but I'm the boss of the groove
I speak truth
My deep roots remain in equal danger
The pain in my song is crazy, but the sequel is stranger
Hey man, I'm from the hardest heartless projects, dear departed
I'm now known as a recording artist
Spilling what little remains of your memories in the process
Bitter a little, but making your names in to a colossus
Believe me, I'm thankful my brother is still with me
And ain't much changed Bobby is still troubling Whitney
And Bush is still bombing poor people, yo, he's deadly
And me, I got a little recording gig but evidently, I'm...
(Chorus x 3)
The pain on my song is crazy, the pain on my song is crazy
Strugglin’, still strugglin’...
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