Yeah, yeah, it's me, strugglin'...
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 rou' rou'
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 tryna 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, than trouble holds me
And nothing else is close to me, more than pain unfortunately
Like a self fulfilling prophecy, I'm suppose to be:
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 huddlin', 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 walks, 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 em lazy legs
But my faith remains, untouched and unchanged
Still in my block you hear more shots than a gun range
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'm strugglin', and it's trouble in, in this circumstance I'm dwelling in
I find myself in the corner huddlin', with some angry men
And I gotta settle shit again, before they gotta kill again
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 on 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's 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...
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 huddlin', with some angry men
And I gotta settle shit again, before they gotta kill again
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 huddlin', with some angry men
And I gotta settle shit again, before they gotta kill again
Ya...
Ya...
The pain in my song is crazy
The pain in my song is crazy
Strugglin', still strugglin'