This is a song about "Surviving in the struggle"

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

I done seen some shit that niggas a call the struggle

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

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

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

Cause see way back, i thought to fuck with you was impossible

Never knew the struggle, but now they'll know

Wale and k'naan, they don't know is there radio

Its the struggle we got gotta

I can always depend on my mama

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

With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

Surviving in the cold takes more than the heat of rage and hate,

The audience lovin’ him cuz most of them can relate