| I start out, just to vibe out
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| I ain’t about to bow out
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| I’m more gangsta than you are
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| But I ain’t about the rou' rou'
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| My season will come, it has to
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| Honestly I feel like I’m ten months pregnant or something
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| I’m passed due. |
| Sincerely I’m touchy these days
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| I can’t take nothing, I’m tryna treat my record like the law
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| Shit, I’m dying to break something
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| And mostly, I’m up and stressin'
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| When other folks sleep
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| Believe me, I know struggle, and struggle knows me
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| My life owes me, like an overdose
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| I’m slowly, drifting in the arms of trouble
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| Then trouble holds me
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| And nothing else is close to me
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| More than pain unfortunately
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| Like a self fulfilling prophecy, I’m suppose to be
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| (Hook X2)
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| Strugglin', and it’s trouble in
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| In this circumstance I’m dwelling in
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| I find myself in the corner huddling
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| With some angry men and I gotta settle shit again
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| Before they gotta kill again
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| I should be chillin' on beaches
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| Instead my bone freezes
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| Ducking Glocks and I walks
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| Sort of like Jesus
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| The realest thing for me is
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| Since I was a fetus
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| The only break I ever got, was at recess
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| So legitimately, I remain very little relieved
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| Then at thug rappers I remain very little intrigued
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| Can you blame me?
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| Look how we lived in the late eighties
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| Throwing rocks at the crazy ladies
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| And when we’d play these
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| Crazy games, the whole crew had crazy names
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| We even had a cripple we use to call em lazy legs
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| But my faith remains, untouched and unchanged
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| Still in my block you hear more shots than a gun range
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| I’m
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| (Hook X2)
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| Aight aight, more to the truth
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| No writing, just recording in the booth
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| Forced by the loop and the guitar but I’m the boss of the groove
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| I speak truth my deep roots remain in equal danger
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| The pain on my song is crazy but the sequel is stranger
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| Hey man, I’m from the hardest heartless projects
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| Dared departed I’m now known as a recording artist
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| Spilling what little remains of your memories in the process
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| Bitter a little, but making your names into a colossus
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| Believe me, I’m thankful my brother’s still with me
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| And ain’t much changed Bobby is still troubling Whitney
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| And Bush is still bombing poor people yo he’s deadly
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| And me I got a little recording gig but evidently I’m
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| (Hook X2)
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| (Outro)
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| Yeah… Yeah…The pain in my song is crazy
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| The pain in my song is crazy
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| Strugglin', still strugglin' |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Strugglin' , by - K'NAAN. Song from the album The Dusty Foot Philosopher, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп