You think I don't see
The bullshit yall be plannin
Come with every thing you got
And you will see I'm still standing
Because I refuse defeat
Aginst anything less then the hand of God
I'll die on my feet
For it's this world that's made me hard
So many factors
Tryin to take me off the shelf
So through hardship and struggle
I've learned to rely on myself
You see I'm a warrior
So I got to fight for my life
Got to take care of my people
And make sure their all right
Cause this is a world full of sin
And don't no one give a shit
So I'm a hit this bitch runnin
And grab all I can get
So have ya mind right
Before you step into the waste land
You wanna make it out
Make sure your ass got a plan
Cause in the end
Only the strong survive
And I will do as must
To insure my family will thrive
So dear Lord forgive me
For the things that I do wrong
I'm just tryin to do my best
As I continue to struggle on
Now when your bills are late
We just struggle on
Everyone seems to hate
Still we struggle on
All we got left is our pride
As we struggle on
Do what we must to survive
So we struggle on
We struggle on, we struggle on,
We struggle on
When bad times seem to last long
We struggle on
We struggle on, we struggle on
We struggle on
When everything seems to go wrong
We struggle on
This mind-frame
Is hard to maintain
And the marijuana
Is the only thing keeping me sane
So I ask the Lord again
Please deliver me from pain
And anything else
In this dirty ass game
See I seem to shed a tear
With every rhyme that I wrote
So I pour my heart and soul
In every line that I quote
Every word that I've spoke
This is how I cope
Because I refuse to go out
With a gauge or a rope
B-Real's havin illusiuon's
Well I wonder if their the same as mine
I feel like life done passed me by
And I'm not even twenty-nine
I should just now be reachin
My motha-fuckin prime
Yet I'm just gettin by
With the things that I can find
And it ain't fair Lord
I've done paid my dues
But no one seems to care
That I'm destined to lose
You think my life is easy
Walk a mile in my shoes
And you'll come out the other end
Of this singing the blues
Because hard-ship and struggle
Are all that I've seen
Just tryin to make it
In a world so mean
A life time of pain
Has killed my american dream
Suffocated by the silance
And I can't even scream
But yet I struggle on
Striking back with hate and rage
Untill all the pain
Is gone
But yet I struggle on
Striking back with hate and rage
Untill all the pain
Is gone
Now when the bills are late
We just struggle on
And every body seems to hate
We just struggle on
All we got left is our pride
Yet we struggle on
Do what we must to survive
As we struggle on
We struggle on, we struggle on
We struggle on
When bad times seem to last long
We struggle on
We strugle on, we struggle on
We struggle on
When every thing seems to go wrong
We struggle on
For anyone who got lost
In the stuggle
Who learned to get by
By flexing their muscle
For all my people
Who just want to live
Broke as fuck
But still manage to raise they kid's
You know I love you
And I know it gets rough
But I'll be right beside you
When things get tough
So keep your head up
We were bound to shine
Keeping our head above water
Paitently awaiting our time
Every day that we wake up
We continue to struggle on
And if the shit doesn't kill us
It only helps to make us strong
So we continue to try
Continue to strive
Continue to do as we must
To make sure we survive
As I struggle on
As we struggle on
For anybody that feels this
Just find strength in the song
So we scream out loud
So the whole world will hear it
You can take everything
But you can't break our spirit
And still we struggle on
When the bills are late
We struggle on
And everybody seems to hate
We struggle on
All we have left is our pride
Yet we struggle on
Do what we must to survive
As we struggle on
We struggle on, we struggle on
We struggle on
When bad times seem to last long
We struggle on
We struggle on,we struggle on
We struggle on
When everything seems to go wrong
We struggle on
Mutha Fucka!
Dawg, what the fuck you doin?
This is the hottest fuckin track I've heard in a long while.
Dat nigga Mr. Jones needs to get his hands on this shit drop a beat and ya'll make a mill.
Dawg you out-did yourself with this one, I'm feelin everyword and thought you put in this shit.
(I have a new favorite poet)
You been doin it!
Un-fuckin-REAL!
We need to collab on somethin, NO BULLSHIT!
S O O N!
I'm inspired like a mutha fucka!
I wanna hear that shit on a CD!
Holla at ya boy, you got da number.
DAMN MY NIGGA!
SuivatcooctvaiuS