This is a song about "My struggle"

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

You know this haze helps me struggle through my mind maze

If we wasn't so original, then we'd be criminal

I'll beat you with my bare knuckles and not even struggle.

Please struggle to make your body might take of my knives

They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines

The sun gives light cause it is the window

Never knew the struggle, but now they'll know

And it seems that with help, i may make it through my struggle.

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

No one seems to know my struggle or where i come from,

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

Who know this be the life that i really live

Thats why we struggle to realize