| It’s a big old world out there
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| Folks going through things the same way you are
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| Maybe if we pull together on some of this stuff
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| We can fix it a little faster
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| Maybe
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| Yesterday I woke up and choked up
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| Thinking 'bout life’s cold touch that holds us back
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| And then provokes us to lose focus
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| And broke us from the great wisdom we soaked up
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| Cheap clothes, car repos' and street foes
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| Mailman bringing bills he can keep those
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| Grocery store’s full banned pig feet bro
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| No matter how hungry I get, I’ll never eat those
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| Man at the intersection begging for ends
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| Seen that fool three hours later, he was driving a Benz
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| Nothing discreet, the whole world’s full of lies and deceit
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| I had homies turn on me like I was a street
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| Seen my old partner on the block and asked him, «What's happenin' man?»
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| Knew that he was struggling when he answered, 'Oh, I can’t complain'
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| They lied when they said it’s hard but it’s fair
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| I see the hard part daily but the fair is very rare, so understand
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| So many trials may come, don’t turn around and run
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| When all is said and done, guess I’m not the only one
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| Some people say they love you, they take advantage of you
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| When all is said done, know you’re not the only one
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| Going through some things tryna make it through the cycle
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| You are not the only one there’s millions more like you
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| A lot of cats are going through it, you just can’t see his baggage
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| Lots of women dealing with abortions or a miscarriage
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| Disparage, emotional damage is substantial
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| Our problem’s spiritual and mental, not financial
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| Swing on your enemies no matter what the size of them
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| It ain’t that I don’t have problems, I’m just good at disguising them
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| Calm, cool, collected on the outside is my daily face
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| But in my head all hell is breaking loose and taking place
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| Sitting in the grease, it’s hot, popping and sizzling
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| Can’t make it through the storm if you faint when it starts drizzling
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| Unexpected expenses, my money started fizzling
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| Man, oh well, I guess it is what it is again
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| Trials are like a video game, let me show you
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| When you take a loss, hit the reset and start it over, see
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| I hope God put a little sense up in your head
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| I hope you stop hustling before you end up dead
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| Hope we make it to the good life that we heard about
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| I hope you and your baby daddy work it out
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| No respect for each other, man y’all say whatever
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| Raise your child fool, y’all ain’t gotta stay together
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| Things are different from the days you used to lay together
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| No need to hate each other, when it’s over pray for better
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| I used to feel like I was going through it all the time
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| But other people’s problems made me thank the Lord for mine
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| My design, plenty hatred not a lot of love
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| Steady getting punched in the face with life’s boxing gloves
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| To every family who lost someone to suicide
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| Or any other reason why someone you knew had died
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| Maybe our suffering is to humble and remove our pride
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| Depending on each other helps us make it through this ride |