Lyrics:
reminds me of a little poem by
Cheri that i heard one morn'
That talked about a woman:
There is a woman in Somalia
Scraping for bones on the roadside
strugglin' at the same game
All I wanted to do was get P-A-I-D
Just a little somethin' for fuckin' me
Yo Everything was cool but Vikky concerned me
Her
‘Til someone does
I guess it might be nice to know
I’m strugglin’ but not alone with her
Is it so far fetched that all
My stress could be relieved
By
You're always running away from your problems
With shoes or a bottle
And I'm strugglin to keep
Our hands together
But it gets harder every week
had off-time, was bored wit this, I coulda made my double-LP
Just by samplin' different parts of Nautilus
Still came five on the charts with zero
tail
Still strugglin', may god help me bubble
Hit the ring, do my thing
All opposed feel trouble get it on!
Let's get ready to rumble
Haha, let's do
strugglin' on the grind
Got to feed the family chased by the one- time
But dem laws couldn't mace me
It take a hundred million motherfuckin' po po's
and we ain't second either
Need to get up and get out and cut that bullshit out
Nigga get yo' own, you strugglin' at this bitch house
The lack of makin'
Mankind's strugglin' hard to see the light
To hear the voice of the spirit in the night
To lay down his heavy burden and pick up his soul power
Alright, ooh yeah (ooh)
Well, oh yeah, uh
Here's we go y'all
Singin' a little message out
To those of y'all who feel like you're strugglin', uh
a couple books by Donald Goins
Bout the business of this shit, how to flip a few coins
Before the age of eighteen, I was destined to make it
My bank account
business so
"I'm serious I'm serious"
When I talk about my reservations
No allusions to recreation
I'm amending my situation
By relying on my apprehension
Half Baked,
At the cabin by the Lake.
See the blue and white plates,
See the wood on the panel.
I may be Chanel Oat, Chilly O, Flannel Coat (??).
Rumblins rumblins in this world
That they want you to crumble in
Rep my hood we all good with the hustlin
Strugglin we working out with no
strugglin' for purpose
I tell her hang in you know it's worth it
You've just begun
You've just begun
Her bedroom is her temple
The books and the stereo
Alright, ooh yeah (ooh)
Well, oh yeah, uh
Here's we go y'all
Singin' a little message out
To those of y'all who feel like you're strugglin', uh
but it's still the same
Brooklyn be the place where I serve them thangs
See my niggas was strugglin', 'til they birds they came
And then we got
We goin' platinum, nigga
We goin' platinum
Yeah, you got the Live Squad in this motherfucker
We got my nigga Treach from Naughty by Nature in this
(Pseudo)
J is for Justin, that's Bieber, not Trudeau
K is for K'naan, sorry K-os, you're bacon
L is for Leonard, cause C for Cohen was taken
M is for Murray,
Captain Crunch Presents!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, aye
Knaan got the dope! 2K, 2K
I just got a check, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I just got
Krayzie:
Bone Bone Bone . . .
Wasteland soldiers
These are the days of our lives [of our lives, of our lives]
I've been strugglin', hustlin',
the East Coast, a few in the West
Down-South to Mid-W, whattup to the rest
Can't forget about the ghetto where they strugglin' in debt
No matter what I do
peel each other's caps, for silly stuff like hats"
Single mother strugglin' through substance abuse
While people with nothin' to lose shoot each other
When I'm all alone on my own by my lonesome
And there ain't a single 'nother soul around
I wanna dig into my guitar, bend a blues riff that hangs
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