This is a song about "Struggle in the streets"

Verizon dissed me too cause i was too political

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

I glanced seeing some haters in the streets

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

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

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

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

My heart sank when my bro was shot in the streets,

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

In this industry that kicked us about in the streets

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams

But not the same kind thats back in the streets.

Toffee, pecan, licorice, boy you're so beautiful

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

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

Just trying to link this music and its roots in the streets,