daily struggle
 

i puff the weed and smoke the blunt
but in this life i only get what i need and not what i want
tired of having to exept 2nd best
feels like im going to explode get rid of this load constantly on my chest
suicide bomber reduce everybode 2 roadkill in the road

new money on fake motherfuckers so easy 2 see
they have the money butt still wish they was me
try to immitate learn the flow & styles of a g
but thats something they dont get, it comes from within
its under your skin your born with the instinct 2 win

for 2 years i've been wearing the same shoes the same cap
everyday
i have to slave everynight 2 earn money 4 food 4 the next day
it aint easy but it could have been worse
everyday i walk and think by myself 2 snath that fake bitch's purse
i feel like im livng under a curse
i hope it gets better no t get worse

all lyrics are poetry....all lyrics are poetry.........all lyrics are poetry..........all.......fuck it..........WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO SAY....your message got lost in your attempt to be 2pac.....look be yourself its a little scary at first but try.............even though i am a firm believer in the fact that all lyrics are poetry........when writing POETRY maybe you should try to express yourself a little more clearly...............i didn't feel that making this piece a flat unemotional read..........try readind some pieces from soultress, content, varentao, and necromancer............see how they are original? then take their lead and be yourself...............1

This was a cool piece the flow was kinda off but you did well anyway keep at it mang 1..