The Stuggle

Yeah 169 Lets go Came from the struggle to above all We move like life is a hustle We came up from societies rubble They try to break us down, its the little things like when a yute in school gets in trouble And they put the bad kids in a huddle And if you ain't on the systems wave Then your just stuck in a puddle (yeah) Plus things at home they’re not easy So it feels like with life and school you gotta juggle And if your out here its a jungle So if you don’t pass your test at a certain age I have fuck all Unless you got links with your uncle What you doin retake in the same system that put you in the stuggle And then there’s work where you can get minimum wage for trading time for a number Now you tell me what that sums up Remember primary, heads down thumbs up? If you don’t get chosen then tough luck But your boys telling you “come bruv” Fuck that, mans not dumb bruv See man can grab stuff for one price Sell dat and we double up nicely We can buy whips and we can cop ice About we can’t eat, man would have enough rice And if man tries a ting, we will cash yutes with a nut slice Show you the cake and then you wanna have a slice And now your inside This is one sign of the ride Now imagine a next yute in school He didn’t care about work, he just cared about keeping it cool All you need is one person in that establishment to tell them all the rules Tell them our life can be cruel Tell them our time will go fast Tell them of the times that won’t last If they wanna elevate they gotta get that grass Learning it don’t stop in the class Man they just tryna give you them basics How bout we find your potentials We get your skills and we raise it Empower yourself with your praising So what your not good at equations So what your not smart and your asian So what your not sporty and African Don’t let em put you in a box like an applicant Don’t think this shit is an accident Because there’s private schools for the affluent And then there’s public schools for the other class And your language there be made fluent But if your English ain't good then your not on par Who put these mans brain in a jar Like how’s their understanding so far Same people who made us leave Europe Don’t care about how life gets hard Peoples background and their past They don’t want us together and that’s a task Divide and conquer that’s the objective, but That’s a little bit of my prospective Saying we that Christmas is festive Or the same way diamonds are on wedding rings Control a perception and never anything They make their own rules if it ever benefits They care more about how they selling things Than actually standing up and saying that enough is enough Why are we not equal as blood Mans why is there poverty, war, drugs Man I don’t know man its fucked is that change gna come? Till then I’m tryna grind for my mum, for my bro, for my brother, for my bruddas, everyone Me I fight for the right, do you get it till im gone Its deeper than the vice that im spreading in the songs Still most of this shit that they telling you is wrong Design the designer Trap mash Mad stacks Fat backs Its all nice when your on What about you? What about where you are from? Your experiences? See it maybe inspire a next don, like Yh man come from the streets but How bout we use that greaze to show yutes in beef that is long, that life’s deeper than the block Like really you’ve never seen a Glock Like really your tryna get out the ends Don’t waste that chance tryna stunt with your friends Beca’ time flies by, it’ll fuck with your head You gotta make the right choice So watch where you step, fuck what you rep The worlds way bigger than the set Coz really you can hang with the rest Or you work on yourself and get back what you invest Trust me you don’t wanna be looking back with regret Its an opinion but there’s a couple facts that I said And its all from a rack in my chest, uh (169)