The Struggle


The Struggle

As I sit here broke and impatient thinking, why wasn't I born rich?
No cares, no worries about nothing in life because there are things money can fix.
Being broke and black will make any brother wanna flip and just start whiling.
But what if you could wake up stressed out, flip the script, then take a trip to an island?
Being able to get anything, anywhere with absolutely no tustle.
But then it hit me, what if I never ever had the chance to experience the struggle?
Not knowing who my real friends are because I always got cash by the pounds.
But what if I slip, lose all my funds, who would run or who would stay around?
Having anything and everything is something I just wouldn't believe.
But will it be special with everything with no real value and nothing to achieve?
The hard times, the head aches, the worries, it shows us the real value.
I feel if you wasn't born poor then get rich, none of that shit really matters.
If one day things change and I'm able to get anything off the muscle,
I'll close my eyes, look in the sky and say "thank you Father for the struggle".

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