A Glimpse at the Struggle

[Mr.Lif in the background] (How the hell did it get to this That this is what I gotta do?) Mic Check! [Verse 1] Well if you can't beat em', join em', Build em', Employ em' This kid got gold teeth, fuck it, coin em' so we can get some loot inside our pockets My man who just did a bid said, "you haven't tried it, don't knock it" I wear the rings of Saturn on my knuckles like truck jewels For 40 acres and a mule I'm down to buck fools, my tool illest thoughts Could make the world a realm of lost souls, keep my mind in two poles Keep the world on two poles in my head juxtaposed I cite and murder flows, on the low I conjure flows the way that it's supposed to be I keep tint rings around the rosary I'm bout to rob this store I need some loot and some groceries I need a loaf and free butter, fuck another night of hunger I've been a good man and I don't deserve to suffer After this night, I'll return to being peaceful, put that on my people Word to Big Shank and Lil' Pete though, yo Do you recall the days when brothers used to chill Flex on the mic and display ghetto appeal Yo those were the days when it was really real Yo those were the days when it was really real But we'll...all get it back together one day But until then its snuff gunspray Jah bless my head with every night I lay, and I pray for a brighter day But anyways gotta get them thoughts out of my mind now Wipe the sweat off my eyebrows, nostalgic thoughts bring my hideout "Lie down, you two niggas in the second aisle." First brother shook with fear, while the second nigga caught a smile, "While You doing that why don't you strip like Gaza" This nigga yells out, "well you's a frontin'-ass rasta!" "By my actions, I'd have to say that that's true; But shut the fuck up. I didn't ask you I might blast you, If I have to, yo masked dude They won't find me, even if you ID But yo thanks for checking me." Then unexpectedly This head nigga right behind the counter started wreckin' me 9 millimeter weaponry, all your beans leaking on the chest to me Nobody understands society molested me, they just questioned me Nature of the ongoing clean up crew clean my blood stops flowin All my enemies out on the block gloating, plus the government is smiling Cause they sense the scent of death blowing, just showing They plans runnin' precisely, "this nigga ought to fit into a wood box nicely" Ghetto stress, have my own fuckin people ice me If you look you can find me, on the corner store tile floor Another landmark of the ghetto I saw Is it all worth to die for? Noooooo Its not worth it ([echoes]nooooooooo) [Mr. Lif gasps for breath] [Three Men talking] Man 1: Yo oh shit, money. This dude just got shot, son! Man 2: He got shot? Man 1: Yeah fucking shot, dawg, tryna rob a store Man 3: What? Who the fuck is this!? Man 1: Thats fucked up yo Man 2: We gotta get out of here Man 1: Yo this ain't cool, I'm out Man 3: Yo where you goin? Man 2: We gotta get the fuck out of here, this nigga wildin, HE WILDIN', IM OUT!....... Man 3: Yo I think I went to high school with this kid! [Sample] I'mma live life after this one time...