My Struggles

We all got them, three verses. Violent bars, Rhymes
Alright..

(VERSE 1)
Through struggles keep hustle, disrespect brings trouble
Act big please be humble,
Fear no fumble or else all your cards will crumble
So were the words of my mentors flow, as far as it goes
I remember Saheco
Good school nice people others filled with ego
Tried to fit in but I couldn't
Felt debased, enraged and some said I was too proud for my age
To feel that pain,
But I did and it was legit
Found a four man team
Until a nigga lost it
Then he cursed me, I cursed harder, it turned bitter
At the end I felt like I lost a brother
The whole homies, couldn't believe
The jealous relieved
And I was like full time, maybe differs in kind,
When I look back I think it was a pretty good time,
Unfortunately I know it was the last of it's kind now I'm like....

[HOOK]:
My Struggles are driving me crazy
This hustle is killing me daily
I'm wondering constantly pondering I'm I half full or I my half empty
My Struggles knocking on doors (doors)
They finding nothing but balls (balls)
My courage back and on course (on course)
My struggles done now I'm cool (I'm cool)

(VERSE 2)
I remember when some niggas told me "Hey smoke weed",
I was like oh please,
I don't do it ain't my thing,
They said "Clearance", get the fuck outta this entrance you're a hindrance,
And your good manners annoyance,
Then I went back, mad sad and felt rejected,
Little did I know that it meant that I was blessed,
Four years later one is dead, others sick,
But I'm still standing still,
Or standing tall?
I'm not sure cuz my mind and thoughts,
were fucked, by Mopewous freaking lust,
Used to hide my ill, behind pc boards, And TV screens,
With dudes I thought were with me
Honestly, "Ol" took the French cuty,
It gave birth to clear cut hostility
But I purge the grudge
And I kill the urge to dare upsurge the good that may bring a curse Now I'm like.....

HOOK
My Struggles are driving me crazy
This hustle is killing me daily
I'm wondering constantly pondering I'm I half full or I my half empty
My Struggles knocking on doors (doors)
They finding nothing but balls (balls)
My courage back and on course (on course)
My struggles done now I'm cool (I'm cool)

(VERSE 3)
It's been 3 years of pure purgatory
Caused by policies of paternal egocentrism
I was filled with skepticism
Caused by antecedents
Those who knew would tell u that I was feeling it,
Drilled in the Nick of things,
I didn't say no I didn't say yes,
But the rest was left for God to come and Bless,
I lacked primary common sense,
Reason y I'm feeling this pain deep in y chest,
When came my arrival, I was my own rival
I faced the tidal trial, lost to it and entered a spiral
of final denial of efforts,
And rejection of comfort,
Conscious I wasn't gonna make it in one shot,
Critical, from bad to worse mystical?,
Many hypotheses were brought to me,
They started doubting me,
Searching for ways to become obsolete,
But all I want now is to "DELETE" cuz I'm like....

HOOK
My Struggles are driving me crazy
This hustle is killing me daily
I'm wondering constantly pondering I'm I half full or I my half empty
My Struggles knocking on doors (doors)
They finding nothing but balls (balls)
My courage back and on course (on course)
My struggles done now I'm cool (I'm cool)