Living in a Struggle

By Jamall Crowder and Clarence Andrew

A young black man is what I am

It’s hard in this world but easy if you have a plan.

We living in a world ran by supply and demand

When I was a young boy I dreaded of being a man.

You try and expres how you feel

But hard to understand.

Understand that we came up from the short side of the stick

We just want someone to listen and sit.

And then we get treated dirty and split

They need to fix

How they look at us

We fought for the front

But seem like we still in the back of the bus

I’m not trying to fuss I’m just a young black man and that’s what’s up.

Hook

It’s hard cause we living in a struggle

My people dying more from the abusement of the metal

We need to learn to drive instead of pushing on the pedal

Commute to getting strong so we can get up out the ghetto.

They put drugs in our community

But doctors and lawyers

Is what we trying to be

We coming in the world

But they not trying to see

No more abusing the medal

We trying to flee

You got to have the mentality

Oh me and only

Don’t be timid

Got out and get what you’re looking for

Don’t wait for others to open the door

Determination is what I’m talking about

Raise your voice like spout

Start doing better business than the block has droughts.

Hook

It’s hard cause we living in a struggle

My people dying more from the abusement of the metal

We need to learn to drive instead of pushing on the pedal

Commute to getting strong so we can get up out the ghetto.

Being real is the only thing that’s use to me

Been roaming through the streets on my own before the puberty

Being positive is new to me – more than one den told me bout me style so it’s true to be

Get it right and take over the unity

We need some more guidance in communities – so we can take away all the uns and the nudity –

My child looking up to me

Need to give her the game instead of the pain

Look up to the lord and keep him on your brain

I keep my head up look for the stars

I stay in the books and not behind bars

 I thank all the people that got me this far

They molded me

Now I’m a work of art

I’m doing what I got to do

To keep me in the lane

For all the help I got I never b the same

Making out the ghetto is my claim to fame.

Hook

It’s hard cause we living in a struggle

My people dying more from the abusement of the metal

We need to learn to drive instead of pushing on the pedal

Commute to getting strong so we can get up out the ghetto.