A Glimpse at the Struggle

[Mr.Lif in the background]

(This is what I gotta do)

Mic Check!

[Verse 1]

Well if you can't beat em', join em', build a memoriam

This kid got gold teeth, fuck it, coin em' so we can get some loot in our pocket

My man who just did a bid said you haven't tried it don't knock it

I wear the rings of Saturn on my knuckles, like trucks do

Life 40 acres and a mule I'm down to buck soon, my tool iller starts

Could make the world around my lost souls keep my mind in two colds

Keep the world in two holes in my head just oppose

I cited murder flows, on the low I contra flows the way that its supposed to be

I keep 10 rings around the frozery

I'm bout to rob the store I need some loot and some groceries

I need a lout with 3 blunders, fuck another night of hunger

I been a good man and I don't deserve to suffer

After this night, I'll return to being peaceful I put this on my people

Working exchange and worth the peep though, yo

Do you recall the days when brothers used to chill

Flex on the mic and display ghetto appeal

Yo those were the days when it was really real

Yo those were the days when it was really real

But we'll, all get it back together one day

But until then its stuff gunspray

I bless my head with every night I lay, and I pray for a brighter day

But anyway gotta get them thoughts out of my mind now

Wipe the sweat off my eyebrows, and stop to caught bring my hideout

Lie down you two niggaz in a second now

First brother shook with fear, and the second nigga caught a smile, wow

You doing that why don't you strip white Gaza

This nigga yells you "well youse a frontin ass roster"

By my actions I have to say that that's true

But shut the fuck up I didn't ask you

I might blast you, If I have to, no mask

They can't find me, even if you ID

But yo thanks for checking me, then unexpectedly

This pet nigga right behind the counter started wettin' me

9 mm weaponry or ya be sleepin on the chest next to me

Nobody understands society molested me, they just questioned me

Nature of the arm going clean up crew clean my blood stops flowin

All my enemies out on the block, plus the government is smiling

Cause they sense the scent of death blowing, just showing

They plans run in precisely, "this nigga ought to fit into a wood box nicely"

Ghetto stress have my own fuckin people ice me

If you look you can find me, on the corner store tile floor

Another landmark of the ghetto I saw

Is it all worth to die for? Noooooo

Its not worth it ([echoes]nooooooooo)

[Three Men talking]

Man 1: Yo oh shit this dude got shot!

Man 2: He got shot?

Man 1: Yeah fucking shot dawg tryna rob a store

Man 3: What? The fuck is this!?

Man 1: that's fucked up yo

Man 2: We gotta get out of here

Man 1: Yo this ain't cool

Man 3: Yo where you goin?

Man 2: We gotta get the fuck out of here, this nigga wildin, HE WILDIN I'm

OUT!.......yo I think I went to high school with this kid