struggle

, lord!, i'm having rob-a-nigga thoughts, like the horseshoe, got all the tools in my box, i'm a nut, missing a corkscrew, sittin' on my porch thinking this rapping ain't gon' happen, cause faggots reppin' that, like i'm the wrong nigga to pass the torch to, momma stressing cause her rent's due, can't borrow money from none of the homies, them niggas in a pitch, too, my co-connect, he got pinched, too, andy dufresne escaping shawshank, the shit i been through, refridgerator empty, inner anger in me simply waitin' and incubating, for if a hater tempt me, i'mma disintegrate him quickly, spray the 3-80 'till bullets penetrate his kidney, sometimes i just wanna fall asleep in the tub, loaded on drugs - like i was imitating whitney, talk to god, just pray that he forgive me in sleep, depressed, i been stressed, and weighted the world on my chest, like i'm bench-pressing a planet i get dressed, on a one man mission - hopped in my bucket with a bad transmission, my hands itching, yeah i'm past bitching and complaining, and ain't trying to land in nobody's damn prison, but i gotta take a chance - man listen, my pops was a magician, like david blaine mixed with a mime, he disappeared, didn't say a thing, nigga bounced out, out to in kansas, now i gotta find out where this fuck nigga pants is, man of the house, throw on his trousers, nothing like a child in them pedophile browsers, but still a child lost his innocence 'n a frown live where the smile did, snatch purses and rap verses - i was a wild kid, fast forward to this gun in your face, mouth covered in tape, i want what's in your safe, i want you to resist, so i can take all my anger out on somebody who ain't got nothin' to do with this shit, lord!, you don't know about the struggles in this bitch, late at night, stomach growling, while you cuddle with your bitch, and they tell me i would even go through troubles if i'm rich, but i rather have something, cause having nothing is a bitch, la la la la la, you don't know about the struggles in this bitch, la la la la la, you don't know about the struggles in this bitch, god bless the child that got his own, let's see, i ain't got nothing i wonder will god bless me, i ain't saying being rich 'll make me stress free, but i'd rather see what that do while i'm on my jet skis, down on my knees accidentally using profanity, i can't even say a prayer right, i just want a pair o' nikes, i just wanna wear a white tea and keep my hair tight, i just want a fair fight, i just want a fair life, is that too much to ask for?, tell me is that too much to ask for?,