Survived the Struggle

[pappy]

*turntable scratching in inspector deck*
survial got me buggin 5 x

ayo 18 years an still struggling//
survival got me buggin//
but i gotta stay optimistic//
but growing up i got dissed kid//
people fight over trick shit//
make me feel like a dip shit turn your back on nisbett//
i wasnt that spiritul an life  was simple//
it was a miracle that accident only left my dad cripple//
type of shit i could of never thought of//
a truck on top of my father damn life got harder//
gettin food stamps for eating an had trouble sleeping//
cuz i took a beating cuz i knew my mom was cheating//
piece of shit prick try to stick my mom wit the dick//
i'll beat u 2 death with a brick cuz i aint no hick//
im from the boro of queens//
keep shit thoro g'z//
an aint that suptin,  hated on cuz of where u from//
aint that some shit son//
an aint it funny how u cant scoop a honey//
cuz these island girls stuck up like playboy bunnys if u dont got money//
i became the mad cracker//
call that matters was ur social status//
an if my dad didnt need his methadone//
believe i would of sold it cuz it makes a better home//
that stuff is like heroin//
proberly a felony from here to maryland//
leave u gasping like ashmatics//
if u only knew half the isle were coke addicts//
when life got hard i was able to control it//
unlike my peers they became alcaholics//
an even tho im still hurting//
i kno this shit will make me a better person//

*turntable scratching inspector deck*
survival got me buggin 5x

my motivation to move outta this location//
to get away from this hating i gotta be patient//
an now im never wanna get with no scanky long islander//
god forbid i have a child with her//
i'll wait for a girl that i would give the the world//
better yet make it a girl from queens boro//
wanna make my life full of wellness//
an make yall jelious cuz imma be over zealous//
yall see what im doing an prusuing//
stick to yall at the high school reunion//
i was goin crazy cuz u all made me//
an imma show no love to you hoes cuz i got my special lady//
an maybe in a day g where goin have our first baby//
an you wanna get a divorce ofcourse//
but u cant cuz ur havin anohther kid,  is that the forth//
an while i ride out in my caddy//
your be wondering if ur even the daddy//
an like the supreme team a jamaica queens thing imma make mad cream//
an give my dad half an the rest 2 my wife//
may the world feel my rath so my kids can live the right life//
an i'll never forget my roots in queens//
cuz they be my steeze//
*turntable scratching biggie*
an if ya dont kno now ya kno (till it fades out)

[Jimmy Cash]

straght dope

[T.J.]

nice shit tom