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Strive 1

Life is hard, tough, rough, like a brilo-pad Growing up, street smart was all I had I had no choice but to turn to the hood It's difficult trying to change for the good What do you do when there's nowhere to turn? Before you decide, look back, what did you learn? Try to survive, I'm gon' do the same Stuck in this world, heart full of pain Money cover evil, trying to stay sane Cash keeps flowing, like blood to the brain Rappin' ain't like hustling, it's a whole different game came through a struggle, my ankle got a sprain Haters don't care, nobody gon' look out Everybody's grillin', but this ain't a cookout Bullets keep flyin', that's what the scare's about Life's rough, like the stuff between tile, grout The hood's full of hate, what happened to love Too many little misfits, like a tiny glove Put haters in dirt, that's what I call gardenin' My heart's colder than water, when it starts hardenin' Call me care-free, I ain't got no worries Life don't always end well, like fairy-tale stories

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