Struggle

Cocaine 
Cocaine
That long lines like a slow train
Doing hard time
For a soft pain
He got caught up in the dope game
New numbers fill his old name
In and out things dont change
New bottles for the new pains
More stress for the same thangs
This struggle 
This struggle 
Got to get paid on the double
Still can't find a job so his only options to hustle
Can't stay out of trouble 
His bunk mates his only huddle
He ain't got a bed no more
So that cot his only cuddle
Stuck in this life he only tried to make a living
Baby mamas tripping so he does it for his children
But he can't settle down so he does it for the women
But he can't catch a break so he does it because he's willing.

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