The Struggle
The struggle
is ill The struggle is real
In the struggle you feel It’s
either kill or be killed
Meditate on top a hill on blood spilled
battlefields
Elevate past the will to brandish polished steal
Wake up quarter
to 7 bring I and I to school
Work that 9 to 9 pay the bills that’s the rule
Now
the blessed are prepared The rest be aware
Look in the eyes of fellow Souljah’s and I see
that their scared
You best ta conquer your fear the longer it’s there
The
stronger it get like clumped up knots in your hair
Don’t stop
and just stair move with the strength of a bear
Advancing in the dragons lair seven headed dragon
slayer
I truly care true warrior heart is very rear
The end is near
Poof! I disappear…
I’m at peace but in the my core rest a beast
With
the heart of war clutching the hammer of Thor
My intent is pure making love in this war
Placing doves in the air taking fight once more
Now we fighting these bores these
hogs for the cause
Ignite’n these bombs its knowledge we floss with wisdom of course
Hook:
The struggle
is ill The struggle is real
In the struggle you feel It’s
either kill or be killed
Meditate on top a hill on blood spilled
battlefields
Elevate past the will to brandish polished steal
My glock she keeps talking to me My thoughts
Trapped
in my locks locked in a box like Style P
Screamin she lies she wants me to murder
Murder
men that I truly despise?!
No not me I’m hardly a photo copy
Original
in the flesh clones try mock me
The stalk me whispering in their walkie talkie
They
haunt me scaring me into coping a plea
I’m evolving revolutionary problem solving
Reading the writing of Don Ruiz Malcolm and Martin
The revolution is now! Using
the Tao
Anctiant truths applied to the block wher the guns go…
I
told you how yet you choose not to listen
I’ll mold you with this load music I’m transmitting
Too quick to subtract fall back observe then react
Stop, look and listen
then add up the facts
Hook:
The struggle is ill The struggle is real
In the struggle
you feel It’s either kill or be killed
Meditate on top
a hill on blood spilled battlefields
Elevate past the will
to brandish polished steal
Too many
lies too many lives taken
Too my spies too many despise fake’n
Yet
the bacon still sizzles on the block
The dirty cops still plot let’n the glocks go pop
Stop the violence! Spitt’n brakkkk!!!!
To brake the silence
I put words in the air instead of hallow points
You herbs still stair mesmerized
by my joints
Hook:
The
struggle is ill The struggle is real
In the struggle you feel It’s either
kill or be killed
Meditate on top a hill on blood spilled battlefields
Elevate past the will to brandish polished steal
By Tem Blessed Chiyoda Ink (ASCAP)