Strugglin' - K'NAAN

I start out, just to vibe out

I ain’t about to bow out

I’m more gangsta than you are

But I ain’t about the rou' rou'

My season will come, it has to

Honestly I feel like I’m ten months pregnant or something

I’m passed due.

Sincerely I’m touchy these days

I can’t take nothing, I’m tryna treat my record like the law

Shit, I’m dying to break something

And mostly, I’m up and stressin'

When other folks sleep

Believe me, I know struggle, and struggle knows me

My life owes me, like an overdose

I’m slowly, drifting in the arms of trouble

Then trouble holds me

And nothing else is close to me

More than pain unfortunately

Like a self fulfilling prophecy, I’m suppose to be

(Hook X2)

Strugglin', and it’s trouble in

In this circumstance I’m dwelling in

I find myself in the corner huddling

With some angry men and I gotta settle shit again

Before they gotta kill again

I should be chillin' on beaches

Instead my bone freezes

Ducking Glocks and I walks

Sort of like Jesus

The realest thing for me is

Since I was a fetus

The only break I ever got, was at recess

So legitimately, I remain very little relieved

Then at thug rappers I remain very little intrigued

Can you blame me?

Look how we lived in the late eighties

Throwing rocks at the crazy ladies

And when we’d play these

Crazy games, the whole crew had crazy names

We even had a cripple we use to call em lazy legs

But my faith remains, untouched and unchanged

Still in my block you hear more shots than a gun range

I’m

(Hook X2)

Aight aight, more to the truth

No writing, just recording in the booth

Forced by the loop and the guitar but I’m the boss of the groove

I speak truth my deep roots remain in equal danger

The pain on my song is crazy but the sequel is stranger

Hey man, I’m from the hardest heartless projects

Dared departed I’m now known as a recording artist

Spilling what little remains of your memories in the process

Bitter a little, but making your names into a colossus

Believe me, I’m thankful my brother’s still with me

And ain’t much changed Bobby is still troubling Whitney

And Bush is still bombing poor people yo he’s deadly

And me I got a little recording gig but evidently I’m

(Hook X2)

(Outro)

Yeah… Yeah…The pain in my song is crazy

The pain in my song is crazy

Strugglin', still strugglin'