| Im Facing trouble every day
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| Trying to walk away from a life of sorrow
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| It’s a struggle every day
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| Trying not to rob G’s, Steal or Borrow
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| I need to take it slow
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| My heart is growing cold
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| I’m trying to hide my feelings
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| From the people that I know
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| And everywhere I go I’m trying to lay low
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| Can’t afford to get in no trouble because I’m on parole
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| I’m trying to live life right
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| God knows with all my might
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| But I’m just barely getting by
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| Cuz money’s way too tight
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| And I can say this right
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| The struggle and the fight
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| It’s weakin' all the muscles in my body like kryptonite
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| Making me feel like there is no other way
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| But the different streets get that dough
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| Living and praying for a better day… So!
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| Im Facing trouble every day
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| Trying to walk away from a life of sorrow
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| It’s a struggle every day
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| Trying not to rob G’s, Steal or Borrow
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| Streets, I ain’t no longer on it
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| Don’t need feds all upon it
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| I done left that life alone
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| Cuz all I did was impress, my homie!
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| And then my conscience told me
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| «Careful you tendarone!»
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| Always complaining after I ain’t never did
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| She always lonely. |
| So what am I to do
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| Gotta get money for food, cuz if she starves to death
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| Then I gotta deal with her attitude
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| And I in that type of mood cuz I ain’t type of dude
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| It’s bad enough, I gotta deal with all this I’m going thru
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| It’s making me feel like there is no other way
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| But the different streets get that dough
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| Hoping and praying for a better day… So!
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| Im Facing trouble every day
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| Trying to walk away from a life of sorrow
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| It’s a struggle every day
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| Trying not to rob G’s, Steal or Borrow |