Knaan - Strugglin' lyrics

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Intro: Yeah, Yeah, it's me, strugglin.

Verse1: 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 raw raw, 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's close to me, more than pain

unfortunately, like a self fulfilling prophecy, I'm

suppose.

Chorus: 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, I'm

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.

Verse2: I should be chillin on beaches, instead my

bone freezes, ducking glocks and I walks, well, 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, and at

thug rappers, I remain very little intrigued, and 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 game, 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...

Chorus: 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, I'm

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.

Verse3: Aight aight, more to the truth, no writing

just record me at 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, dear

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 in to a

colossus, believe me, I'm thankful my brother is 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...

Chorus Repeats.

Outro: Yea yea. The pain on my song is crazy, the

pain on my song is crazy, strugglin, still strugglin.