This is a song about "Love in the struggle"

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

And in the midst of the struggle well keep your roll of quarters,

Succeed in what you love the american dream

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

They say "black is beautiful," but ask them beautiful

Idolizing the struggle of italian guys in a scuffle

And if the sky fall tonight, we all be alright

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

But the blessing was in the struggle, hope was merging through the rubble

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

It's unfair, your unaware of the daily struggle,

Every since then our whole city been horrible

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

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

We were losing hope, but the blessing was in the struggle