Ran:


I know how it feel to wake up caked up,

Everything love-ly then suddenly a pay cut

People look at you like it's your fault

Bills don't stop so now you gotta do your part

We Products of tough schools chasing Money and truck jewels, taught that was the only way to bust through

Like these shorties in Virginia, put a couple hollows in ya - leave ya laying by the river just to prove that they was some hittas.

Hit uncle bobby didn't even need to rob em - if they asked he would probably gave his last to anybody

2 families broken, damage irreparable

Hasn't been the same since I doubt that it ever will

Can't help thinking if somebody woulda told em, they were kings and then showed em/

The direction they would go in

Cause GED, wasn't RAN,

PH.d or bust, I was always in

Some kinda summer program in the burbs

Kuhn Day Camp

Props to the parents who try to do all they can

Cuz yo- I said it before and said it again,

The Only real gangsters are in federal pens

Or dead on a whim, it's a game you never can win

pick another vocation to be competitive in

And Catch it if you can like the gingerbread man

Success is always the plan, but man



Hook

The struggle is real the struggle is true

Sometimes nobody understands the struggle but you

But we gotta get right

And we gone get by (some how some way some day )


Penny:
The school that im from not too many people survived
The streets ate them alive too much pride to work a nine to five
The way we came up tho im really not surprised
A lot of Rage in our blood we decendents of a lost tribe
And i can only speak on mines when i tell my story
Had to make a buck fast since i was a shorty
No glory in the struggle but it taught me how to hustle
Be slicker than hair greese and slide up out of trouble
I rather wake up early so i can get a fresh start
Theres no mercy in this world so u gotta have a strong heart
You gotta pay your bills, you gotta feed your kids
u cant make no excuses u just handle biz
Develop mental calus so my thoughts are never weak
Im taking chances with my freedom everyday up on these streets
Some people never understand they life is in a bubble
So ima tell the story of my everyday struggles

Chorus (2x)

Jermiside:


too many things that tear my heart, don't know where the start/
try to never spare a dart, so yo lemme share a part/
hard when you glare around and everywhere you stare is dark/
should i leave it unsaid? or everything is fair in art?/
fears of the unknown that hover like a canopy/
how can it be I'm trying but feel I’m failing my family/
whether if I hustle with mics or move mechanically/
all the strife larger than life just like a manatee/
staring at the vanity, I zone/
while fighting with myself to keep my sanity and tighten up my home/
wishing I could maybe brighten, even lighten up dome/
brain clashin like a titan as writing up a poem/
I'm getting paid penny, mistakes I made many/
but still I gave plenty jewels ain't no slave in me/
gotta play to win, when the walls caving in/
gotta fight hard just like a lifeguard saving men/