[Chorus]
I’m riding through the struggle
Like every single day
You’ve got to
Riding through the struggle
Like every single day
You’ve got to
Riding through the struggle
Like every single day
You’ve got to
Riding through the struggle
Like every single day
You’ve go to

[Verse 1: Isor One]
Ride through it or pay no mind to it
Either way’s a step away from ‘damn I might loose it’
And so I write music
It flows like fluid
So pure not a single pollutant could dilute it
As blood stirs with the struggles of our ancestors…
Who fought to be free from their troubles and pressures
Yet it’s all I feel as I deal with these stressors
Life brings hope in that it gets better
Monotony has got me deep within its clutches
Loss of all emotion without use of a substance
Normality is numbness, going through the motions
Start to feel like every day demands our undivided devotion to staying hoping
Trying not to let it weigh you down and break you down to the point where you can’t smile
“How could it come to this?’ is a question we all may ask
But interpreting the answer may not be a simple task
So I’ma force it, I’ma claw and push for what I feel is right
Are the consequence for peace of mind
Each day ya gotta fight
Ya gotta
[Chorus]
Riding through the struggle
Like every single day
You’ve got to
Riding through the struggle
Like every single day
You’ve got to
Riding through the struggle
Like every single day
You’ve go to
Riding through the struggle
Like every single day

[Verse 2: DOA]
When I’m seeing hard times, I just drive on the double
Put my foot on the pedal and I ride through the struggle
Just glide no problem like a bike through a puddle
That’s my way to solve ‘em when I find any troubles
Stash spot no stash, think it’s out, no grass
Bank account no cash, tank is out, no gas
Think about low class
Taking out loans, asking banks to help him out
But they say no chance
It’s a stormy forecast when you mortgage your home
There’s holes in your pants ‘cause you can’t afford clothes
No sign of romance, girls think that you’re gross
‘cause you sleep in your car and it stinks when you’re close
Just living without a check is a direct reflection of neglected sections of the population
Don’t let these segment feel no obligation to compensate and there’s no cooperation
When I see the struggles, I just get my seatbelt buckled and drive
When I leave my troubles behind, I’m loving this ride