This is a song about "Struggle in the streets"

And all the nerds claim that they in the streets

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

Toss a nervous laugh in shes plays in the streets

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

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

In this industry that kicked us about in the streets

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

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

But not the same kind thats back in the streets.

Surviving the struggle, as i'm maintaining in the rotten jungle//

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