This is a song about "Surviving in the struggle"

Track 8.) langston hughes (surviving the times)

My dough in flipmode, what up to busta rhymes

1995 the future hopeless, im the last surviving poet/

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit

I done seen some shit that niggas a call the struggle

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

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

The struggle for the rhyme is real realistically speaking rhymes can kill.

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo

Never knew the struggle, but now they'll know

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

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

Idolizing the struggle of italian guys in a scuffle

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

And all these rappers know just where i'm bout to go so catch me then

I'll never know the struggle of blacks, how it felt to them,