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its ok (eminem)
- One day I plan to be a family man happily married
- I wanna grow to be so old that I have to be carried
- Till I'm glad to be buried
- And leave this crazy world
- And have at least a half a million for my baby girl
- It may be early to be planning this stuff
- Cause I'm still struggling hard to be the man, and it's tough
- Cause man it's been rough, but still I manage enough
- I've been taken advantage of, damaged and scuffed
- My hands have been cuffed
- But I don't panic and huff, frantic and puff
- Or plan to give up, the minute shit hits the fan it erupts
- I'm anteing up double or nothing, I've been trouble enough
- And I'm sick of struggling and suffering, see
- My destiny's to rest at ease, till I'm impressed and pleased
- With my progress, I won't settle for less than cheese
- I'm on a quest to seize all, my own label to call
- Way before my baby is able to crawl
- I'm too stable to fall, the pressure motivates
- To know I hold the weight of boulders on my shoulder blades
- I seen the golden gates to heaven on Earth
- Where they don't pull a weapon on you when you stepping on turf,
- I'm going for broke, gambling and playing for keeps
- Everyday in the streets, scrambling and paying for cheep
- Praying for sleep
- Dreaming with a watering mouth
- Wishing for a better life for my daughter and spouse
- In this slaughtering house, caught up in bouts
- With the root of all evil
- I've seen it turn beautiful people crude and deceitful
- And make them do shit illegal
- For these Grant's and Jackson's
- These transactions explain a man's actions
- But in the mist of this insanity, I found my Christianity
- Through God and there's a wish he granted me
- He showed me how to cope with the stress
- And hope for the best, instead of mope and depressed
- Always groping a mess, of flying over the nest
- To selling dope with the rest
- I quit smoking cess to open my chest
- Life is stressful inside this cesspool
- Trying to wrestle, I almost bust a blood vessel
- My little brother's trying to learn his mathematics
- He's asthmatic, running home from school away from crack addicts
- Kids attract static, children with automatics
- Taking target practice on teens for Starter Jackets
- I'm using smarter tactics to overcome this slum
- I won't become as dumb as some and succumb to scum
- It's cumbersome, I'm trying to do well on this Earth
- But it's been Hell on this Earth since I fell on this Earth
By Anonymous
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