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Life is a Struggle


          

Some nights I sit & wonder how the hell am I still alive

I been through so much shit would make Mother Mary cry

I don’t know if its luck or faith

But I’m still in the ring putting in a fight

Some days I got no hope

Lay in bed asking why get up for

But I remember my momma   

And fly straight out the door

I know this life aint for me the work I put in is for God and my family

I’m be living my life alone, The Lone Ranger

But yeah that’s what they need

I’ll give anything for my love ones to survive

I’ll even give up my own damn life

Cause I aint sacred of nothing

I aint even scared to stare death in the eyes

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