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    Yeah yeah
    It's an everyday struggle
    Trying to get out
    Trying to get out
    Trying to make it
    Check this out nigga

    I'm stuck in between a rock and a hard place
    Bad luck is what results from my paper chase
    I keep looking it ain't no dough
    So I don't wanna look no mo what

    I need to get away to another day or place in time
    And find where reality can ease my mind
    And shine on me like the sons of the earth
    For what it's worth my turf is ruff and rugged so I gave birth
    To a dream where cream lies between
    All the dirt and the gravel so I battle to achieve my green
    And still try to move forward at a steady pace
    Cause bad luck is interfering with my paper chase
    So I erase the crime lies and sad cries
    Wit sore eyes and keep mines on the uprise
    But it don't work cause im steady getting jerked
    By my neighborhood up to no good where bad niggas lurk
    The urk me leaving effects that's too negative
    So Ludacris is looking for a better place to live
    And I can't stand it it's really got me buggin
    It's like im in the war and I just keep on tuggin cause i'm


    I try to find a way outta this maze
    It's got me crazed im in a daze
    So many ways to boost into a different phase
    But I can't think I can't do nothing
    You think I'm fronting
    You hear me grunting
    Lord you ain't even saying nuttin
    I need some currency before there's an emergency
    Forget crimes I won't let my mind get the best of me
    It's not gone happen I'm trapped in two worlds
    On one side I see diamonds on the other I see pearls
    It's a whirlwind disaster with two damn sides
    So I'm gone with the wind and come right back with the tide
    Cause I keep my eyes on the skies and my head in the clouds
    And when my mouth is shut up it makes my thoughts get loud
    It's like a crowd in a stadium
    Mils I be craving em
    Money making schemes locked up in my cranium
    Cause I need outta this critical situation
    My mind's in jail I don't know the time that it's facing I'm


    I'm sick of knockin I'm sick of clocking
    I'm sick of droppin in a hole never reaching my goal
    It's got my soul seperated into pieces
    It just increases
    I'm hit wit anger like a cooked tit wit hot greases
    So if you understood my attitude
    Maybe you feel what I'm feeling
    And then it start appealing
    To ya intellect and aspect of dreams and aspirations
    Death by temptations even got my heart basting
    So I'm tracing the line where I can find a better path
    And make it last sit back and laugh before the aftermath
    The tragic flaw is what makes it raw
    So let it fall and I'll get through it even if I have to crawl
    My way, I see the sun and there's no delay
    And I'ma pray cause the lord will make a brighter day
    Or will he keep me in his holding cell
    But enough wit the questions the only story to tell
    is that I'm


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