(Intro) Yeah, yeah, it's me, strugglin' [K'naan] I start out, just to vibe out I ain't about to bow out I'm more gangsta than you are But I ain't about the rou' rou' My season will come, it has to Honestly I feel like I'm ten months pregnant or something I'm passed due. Sincerely I'm touchy these days I can't take nothing, I'm tryna treat my record like the law Shit, I'm dying to break something And mostly, I'm up and stressin' When other folks sleep Believe me, I know struggle, and struggle knows me My life owes me, like an overdose I'm slowly, drifting in the arms of trouble Then trouble holds me And nothing else is close to me More than pain unfortunately Like a self fulfilling prophecy, I'm suppose to be (Hook X2) Strugglin', and it's trouble in In this circumstance I'm dwelling in I find myself in the corner huddling With some angry men and I gotta settle shit again Before they gotta kill again [K'naan] I should be chillin' on beaches Instead my bone freezes Ducking Glocks and I walks Sort of like Jesus The realest thing for me is Since I was a fetus The only break I ever got, was at recess So legitimately, I remain very little relieved Then at thug rappers I remain very little intrigued Can you blame me? Look how we lived in the late eighties Throwing rocks at the crazy ladies And when we'd play these Crazy games, the whole crew had crazy names We even had a cripple we use to call em lazy legs But my faith remains, untouched and unchanged Still in my block you hear more shots than a gun range I'm (Hook X2) [K'naan] Aight aight, more to the truth No writing, just recording in the booth Forced by the loop and the guitar but I'm the boss of the groove I speak truth my deep roots remain in equal danger The pain on my song is crazy but the sequel is stranger Hey man, I'm from the hardest heartless projects Dared departed I'm now known as a recording artist Spilling what little remains of your memories in the process Bitter a little, but making your names into a colossus Believe me, I'm thankful my brother's still with me And ain't much changed Bobby is still troubling Whitney And Bush is still bombing poor people yo he's deadly And me I got a little recording gig but evidently I'm (Hook X2) (Outro) Yeah...Yeah...The pain in my song is crazy The pain in my song is crazy Strugglin', still strugglin'
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