Lyrics:
that I didn't eat
Damn
The struggle is real
Man, this life is surreal
But still the coolest nigga ever
Check the windchill
My mind stay spinning like
especially when you're black
Especially when you seen the struggle first hand they don't really know about that
Inadvertent racism and social stratification
The truth conveyed
What if that was them
I'd seek revenge
A black militant
Don't you see our strength
Our strength by the numbers
But this shit gotta end
Cooling in the city with my friends & they black
Divided from the man by some railroad tracks
They both fell short & they both have sinned
But they
not you're man or hubby
I'm handsome no not ugly
It's the flow spit tin, go getting, high class to chicken
By pass those pigeons hell
Shake; shake when
Aw shit, here come the man again
You know if you can't with the style that's goin' on right now
Then you need to be sittin' down
If MC's can't
And I awoke to the sweetest dream
That I had ever known
Halfway between bliss and reverence
I kept my one eye closed
Shades of black and blue
on the right track
I remember those dark days
All I saw was black
And I ain't proud of the man that I was
But more proud of the man I've become
But look, I
one day I'll find the piece that's missing
I need to move on
But I don't know how
Wherever I go
I'm followed by a black cloud
Tried dancing in the rain
the candle
Another man gone why can't black men just be left alone
I'm in tune with the hatred portrayed by the man
Being hate is a blessing but then a curse
Life is such a struggle just to get by
Always did what I had to do to man up
There comes a time to drop the tough guy
I don't need your pity, but I
the whole scenery is packed in, people dressed in black and
The whole place is flooded with tears, I'm surrounded by my peers
There I lay, day after day has
I catch her ass I’ma fuck her, quick
Quick sand our life, slim
Struggle we fall more in
No hope for black men
Bear traps on our leg, Slim
So bury me
41 shots took a young man's life
Shot him down to the ground no struggle no strife
Murdered by 4 boys in blue
With a badge and a gun and a job to do
the changes, yea i struggle dawg
But shit, i'm no superman, I'm just a man, with a God
Trying to make a living for my fam, doing what i love, yea
But i feel
the fool cause i know what im worth
a struggle i went to a black church
better check me for real boy dont pat search
For the people, by the people, we chant and we sing, Against the system, we rise and bring. (Verse 2) Government man, with your laws so blind, Trying
a'int a pastor
I'm a black man that can't conform to the rules of massa
School of hard knocks I made A's in all my classes
Know some niggas that failed
the American injustice
Human rights violations worldwide
Your struggle is our struggle
Our muscle is your muscle
From y'all fort to the back
It's all struggle
ma, I’m a mu’fuckin’ rap star
Everywhere I go, I’m accepted, like a Black Card
You can tell, by the way that I go hard
I ain’t gotta say it, I’m your
a black man's life
I check the toe tags not one zero in sight
Family been asking me why
I been fearing for my life cause I'm too scared to die
They don't
Driven by the desire to document
The lives under fire
Then present it to you through the wire
Had to struggle with gang codes
And navigate a path through
may
(I got ta) Live my life by the day
(I got ta) Help out a friend that's in trouble
(I got ta) Tell 'em we all have to struggle
(I got ta) Go
till we fucking faint
Diary of Downhill so we fucking drink
The stress of a black man got us on the dank
Let me tell it cause niggas they just be
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