No one knows my Struggle, they only see the Trouble. Not knowing it's hard to carry on when, No one loves you.
What people do for the struggle of power is madness.
It's a struggle for every young Black man. You know how it is, only God can judge us.
I struggle to be rugged and raw dude, trying to survive in the trials and lawsuits, Everybody wants to test me, WHY ME?
So much pressure in this life of mine, I cry at times, I once contemplated suicide and woulda tried, but when I held that nine, all I could see was my mama's eyes, no one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble, not knowing it's hard to carry on when no one loves you.
I'm calling for dialogue. I'm gathering attention for dialogue which is what you do in a struggle for power.
Picture me inside the misery of poverty, no man alive has ever witnessed struggles ive survived, praying hard for better days promised to hold on me and my dogs aint have a choice but to hold on.
When I talk about money. All you see is the struggle. When I tell ya, I'm livin' large, you tell me, its trouble.
