(Chorus)
Well im strugglin on my own
Im struggling all alone
Im struggling cause it’s hard to survive
Im struggling never know when im going to die
Im struggling because the end is near
Well im struggling on my own
Im struggling all alone
Im struggling because it’s hard to survive
Im struggling never know when imp going to die
Im struggling because the end is near


It’s just the life that we in
Hood like Motown turns our boys in to men
Age of ten swear to God that we got no friends
The only thing we got is the block makes our ends
Problems began blaze a blunt go home
Have to lie to our kin
Life full of sin tries not to life in the pin
Cause its hard to acknowledge the light when you write ya life thru a pen
live life by the code of the twin
don’t keep ya ears to the streets to long might catch a boot to the chain
the hoods ya alpha omega now the beginning of ya end

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In hollowed guts of graveyards
Niggas playing with knives:
Splintered ends of empty words
that break,fall and lie.
In the faded eyes of our children
they speak bleeding Hope:
Dancing ends to dying loves
and twisting hangmen's rope.
Spidered veins,dreams of thieves:
Weeping mirrors and losing sighs
In the shallow mouths of little mommas
lay in wait: with open thighs
Forgotten debts of neverland
that breath and cry and hate.
No more significant
than a blink...
but within that blink I start 2 think.
Thoughts of Shit that never meant a thing
before but now mean everything
What the fuck is going on
Of things that were and things that are.
Understanding becomes so bizarre. That
understanding is insanity at the
least, but nah...it's the better part of me.
Feels like I'm floating,....the writer of my thoughts exploding, pen smoking
Face toting,hands gone numb,Shit I'm done

(Chorus)
im strugglin on my own
Im struggling all alone
Im struggling cause it’s hard to survive
Im struggling never know when im going to die
Im struggling because the end is near
Well im struggling on my own
Im struggling all alone
Im struggling because it’s hard to survive
Im struggling never know when im going to die
Im struggling because the end is near


Thoughts dated back before the revelations
And people contemplation rather to except Christ or believe in Satin
Now in the hood people rapen gunz baken no hesitation or contemplation
No one debating on situations
Leavin no witnesses or prayin for forgiveness
And we expect THE NEW GENORATION TO BARE THIS
THIS IS MY NEW DEFINATION OF A HIT LIST FUCK THE HOOD THE
BLOCk AND ANYONE WHO DON’T GET THIS
New Age theory and may God bless all those who hear me


Religion seeks for divine peace, but causes unneeded
suffering. Wars are fought with many lost, all for
one "righteous" cost. People slaughtered everywhere, I
guess your god wasn't there. Dying for a so-
called "noble" cause, yet more "souls" shall be lost.
so
many people hating each other, all because there not your
religious brother. so during these "Holy Wars" where were
your gods? nowhere, you can't find them, they were only
frauds.
So many worshippers now are dead, off with all
there holy heads and soon you will all find out your
wrong, no more singing holy songs. Think of all the
people lost, at the fraud of holy costs.
Stupid motha fuckas

(Chorus)
Well im strugglin on my own
Im struggling all alone
Im struggling cause it’s hard to survive
Im struggling never know when im going to die
Im struggling because the end is near
Well im struggling on my own
Im struggling all alone
Im struggling because it’s hard to survive
Im struggling never know when imp going to die
Im struggling because the end is near