This is a song about "The struggle in the streets"

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

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

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

Toss a nervous laugh in shes plays in the streets

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

Mention me in a tweet, speak of me on the streets,

We're like broken bones, a soaking rose that's grown in the streets,

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

Watch a nigga snap back, dead in the streets

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

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

Cops won't look in the streets,

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

Its the struggle we got gotta

My all gold rolly or the