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letra de no more struggle - duals

[chorus]
i been hustlin’ and strugglin’
tryna make my paper stack
sick and tired of being poor
can’t afford to take a nap
got stains and holes on my t shirt
my ankles swole and my feet hurt
i wanna smoke, but i’m so broke
it’s not a joke, i need work

[verse 1]
i woke up to a hangover
we got drunk last night, you shoulda came over
all that’s left is this cold chicken n old pizza
flat back, washed beer, roaches, n no reefer
searching fo’ ciggarette b-tts
stained, the stale is h-ll, i ain’t givin’ a f-ck
what ya see, is what ya get
not much to work with wit’
walkin’ ’round bearfoot, musty n shirtless
just anotha day in the life of a user
a drug and alcohol abuser
you’ll find me, wit’ my eyes dilated like popcorn
runnin’ from da cops, or getting caught wit’ a hot horn
ain’t no hope fo’ us po’ folks
all i wanna do is smoke dope, but i’m so broke
i feel worthless, like i have no purpose
but god said we all got flaws, not one of us perfect
no struggle, rise up
no struggle, rise up
no struggle, rise up

[verse 2]
it’s not that there is such thing as karma, it’s that every struggle is linked
and his sorrow is always touching you, especially if you don’t see it
just tryna release my soul to this dying world
before these drugs leave my soul inked
permanent mark of extinct
so bored we’re taking drugs that make us more boring
and i swear to black magic i’m going to have to teleport to that alternate dimension to go and behead the devil for myself if they take one more of the most beautiful souls this world has ever known to something as lethargic as drug overdose again
honestly, it’s embarr-ssing how many songs i’ve had to hear to save my life again
and again and again and again
too many failed suicides to believe there’s a rope’s end
an illusion masquerading as a dream that’s really a cage
a marketed stream of collateral damage damage damage
let’s see how many children will drown in the tidal wave
innocently waiting for a day to be saved
hit head on a rock
bottomed out, but concussion said to keep diggin’
well keep swimmin’
a dead limb told to keep reachin’
as if rappin’ was my sole mission
cut tongue off and kept spittin’
life’s easy, no struggle

- duals

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