The Struggle

know how it feels waking up every morning

alarm clocks roaming, my words still snoring

what else can i do besides loot for those exporting

the drugs, claiming you a thug but yall just performing

words are just words but verbs speak louder

cuz actions give you the power to be more scour

flow every second you can catch me on the hours

cops searching us like browsers, we know they cowards

one side blames the fame, the other is the game

but blend them together and you'll get shame

blend the sides together and you'll get no brains

life turned into a maze, man its driving me insane

i can say the day obama got elected

turned america into a world where everythings intercepted

i cant believe this world seemed to be very hectic

life's a false dream, reality doesn't even seem perfected

i see em throwing gang signs like they waving high

coming up to me like im supposed to have supplies

fucking with this mc and you wont get by

so i recommend you talk in caution for your dreads turn fried