This is a song about "Black struggle"

Never expected to stumble but was learning from the struggle

Every since then our whole city been horrible

Just intentions to impress you, if capable

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

Askin what i know about the struggle? 502 south side/

Now they give a fuck about usand if i choose to ride

Make the fingers snap

Top dropped down, black on black

All the pain all the struggle, on my brain on my muzzle

Let's keep it g, nobody see you when you being humble

Of finding myself as an individual

Chorus: i really miss you girl, this is my struggle.

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Three in the air for the people who struggle

We struggle just to survive

They getting nice, they got some ice