Struggles

another day another stuggle

another hustle for a dollar

these hard times make you wanna hollar

walkin down this road thats so hard to follow

waking up everyday, praying you get to see tomorrow

some people broke so they beg and they borrow

some people got tears because they choose to live in sorrow

 

but me im trying to make it in this life im living in

get my baby out the hood and get us some dividends

before im givin in, i be standin out here rhymin

aint no ladder down here, but im still climbing

im in the "ruff" right now, i feel like im a diamond

you clean me up right now, i bet i start shinning

 

tired of being broke or being poor, rappin and wanting more

standin down here with no money, when i should be on tour

livin in belvidere, when i should be on LakeShore

everyday i be fighting, and i dont know what its for

Why am i in the war, i dont even understand me

out here rappin everyday, trying to feed my family

i should be in miami somewhere winnin grammies

but i still struggle everyday god damn it

 

gotta be a cruel life im livin in

going through problems everyday, trying to be a normal citizen

yall dont even notice me, since im broke and on the streets

spittin poetry, they dont throw no dough at me

 

they tell me hopelessly, one day you gon' shine,

but i guess im not there yet, cause it probably aint my time

its younger cats that feel like they better than this young man

that stay up late night like his name was David Letterman

you got the key to the door, you need to let him in

i gotta flow to remember, you'll never forget again

im in ya head, fix ya headache like some medicine

yo my last name should be bolden excederin

now name another rapper that im not better than

i be out here preachin, reachin yall like the reverend

 

i know ya train coming soon, if you dont like me tonight

then take flight, ill be tomorrow night with another fight

right here in the same spot, tell me that i aint hot

 

im known for flowin, yea i always spit it

i give ya a free show everyday without a ticket

but still im not signed, they dont say im good enough

maybe because i dont dress hood enough

and maybe i dont understand it

because really im in the state of panic

feel like im going crazy turned into a schizophrenic

damn it lord it gotta be a blessing

the demons always testing, my dome never resting

 

i deal with plenty questions, last year i lost my momma, in October

this year its April and im trying to stray closer

but since she not around me im dealing with all this drama

man i really miss my momma

 

i wonder will my baby gotta grow up crazy

maybe, because the lady,

i got pregnant didnt love me because they didnt pay me

seems like when the deal didn't come she ran away

now im out here grindin, sellin my EBT's to strays

im going through struggles, cant even pay my taxes

people tell me that im lackin, im even sleepin on the mattress

i aint got no bed

they say im going crazy, but im not

im just trying to make this bread.