| Yea… a struggle, we all know it
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| Sometimes some of us don’t like it
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| This is dedicated to every other motherfucker out there with a dream
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| People can’t have a dream that so many others had
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| He’s 25 still living at his mothers pad wit a spiral notepad
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| Full of hate and despair
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| It’s him against the world and he doesn’t seem to care,
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| But thinks it isn’t fair he ain’t caught no break
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| Got arrested last we for a sac a shake
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| And a couple pain pills that he stole from his mama
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| From when she hurt her back at work now more drama
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| Got fired from his job so he can’t afford beats
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| May go this year drop a tape for the streets
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| It seems the holes deep it only got deeper
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| It feels like he’s running from the grim reaper
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| Putting coke and the reaper and some in his nose
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| Then believes it helps him to write these wonderful flows
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| Met a producer at the club and book him a few shows
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| Appears to be ballin but no one really knows
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| If ever your world starts crashing down,
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| whenever your world starts crashing down
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| whenever your world starts crashing down, that’s when you’ll find me
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| Now he just open up for MC lil so and so,
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| And VIP, poppin bottles and blowing dro
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| Met a promo guy from Def Jam named Todd,
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| Said he was cool wit LA Ree but it seemed odd
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| A bunch of bullshit, talking off us here,
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| Thinking why would a guy like this be here,
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| But with no fear he gave him his CD,
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| with all the swagger in this world he said you better call me
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| But three months passed and his celli never rang,
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| But still determine inside to do his thing
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| But with no 9 to 5 and no product to slain
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| Convinced his homeboy cousin to front him a lil cane
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| But instead of grinding it he starting using it
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| Lock in his bedroom starting losing it
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| And when it was gone a month had passed
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| Scared cuz he know them boys comin for their cash
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| If ever your world starts crashing down,
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| whenever your world starts crashing down
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| whenever your world starts crashing down, that’s when you’ll find me
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| Borrowed money from his auntie to pay his debts
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| For the last four days this man has not slept
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| At a party smoking wit some fools he just met,
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| Hit it hard as hell but didn’t know it was wet,
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| Until the smell hit him and he knew he was fucked,
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| pissed cuz another rapper told him his shit sucked
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| Down wit his luck kick out no where to stay
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| Today his myspace page only got one play
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| So we took every song he did and put it on a disc
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| And sealed Cd’s in envelopes real thick
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| And addressed them to every label he could think of
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| FedEx over night delivery on the brink of
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| Death as he reached under the bed and pulled a gun
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| And later cold steel on the tip of his tongue
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| He pealed his own cat killed himself wit a gat
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| would you believe the next day Def Jam called back
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| If ever your world starts crashing down,
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| whenever your world starts crashing down
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| whenever your world starts crashing down, that’s when you’ll find me |