Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Another Struggle, artist - Joell Ortiz. Album song Stereobytes Volume II - Money Makes The World Go Round, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.08.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Audio Clutch
Song language: English
Another Struggle |
Another day, another struggle |
Another day, another struggle |
Joell Ortiz, that’s me |
V.I.C on this track baby, I see |
Another day, another struggle |
Everytime it rains in p’s, I seem to walk in the puddle |
God as my witness, I don’t want to hustle |
But that phone bill is payed if I finish that last bundle |
It’s gettin' cold, and I make sure my son, Bundle |
He gettin' big, can’t fit his clothes from last year |
That’s new shirts, new pants, new footwear |
New Coatward coat for me to cook yeah |
I know exactly what them housing letters look like |
Don’t pink slips look bright on that brown door |
That means you going out of business like Caldor |
Moms riffin' like what they’re trying to put me out for |
Face to face we had to fight it like a south paw |
Them case workers to busy runnin' their mouths off |
We down all day from 7 to 3, just for them to reschedule everything for next |
week |
You can’t fit in my shoes, if you never had to hustle |
And live by the words another day, another struggle |
You can’t fit in my shoes, if your life wasn’t real |
And you ain’t live check to check tryin' to catch up to bills |
You can’t fit in my shoes, if you’ve never been broke |
And bang yourself looking for something to kill that roach |
You can’t fit in my shoes, if you’ve never asked god |
Why we live like this, why is life so hard |
Remember that white money with the staples |
The only reason there was something occasionally on the table |
Remember that month you felt good you was able to turn on that cable, |
they turned off the cable |
The next month the cable been knockin' but you stayed shush |
You burned Papi down the hall to get it hooked up |
My moms sent me to the neighbor with a letter and told me not to read it |
I read it trying to keep my head up |
Walked in the crib like ma here’s the ketchup |
Ran to my room, facing the sheets, I wet the bed up |
They wouldn’t let up, in tears that is |
Wish I was there 15 years ago to hear that kid |
Just to let him know that he ain’t the only shorty going through it |
In 15 years from then he’ll be finally flowin' stupid |
But ain’t no time machines, so ya’ll can give shorty all my rhymes |
Every line is mean |
Look Mami they built an ice cream truck |
Joell get your but over here you don’t need any ice cream |
What, that ain’t the good truck that ice cream sucks |
That was the excuse, Mami ain’t had a nice clean buck |
But listen Mami I hold nothing against you |
We was all alone on our own when pops left you |
And that vanilla and sprinkles was nothing special |
You sprinkled Vicks on my chest and said bless you |
Sneezin', and wheezin', and asthma speechin' |
You ain’t leave my bed side til I was fast asleep |
And when I was coughin' up in the middle of the night |
I looked up and you was there and you made hard livin' all right |