Lyrics
Life is full of struggles,
thats why we stay hustlin,
strugglin, surviv in the world that we hustle in,
rough times, facin, as we go through history,
lives full of misery, our future scene differently,
people wanna glare, lettem stare, they dont know about
how I live, they dont even care,
so I keep on keepin on,
spit with the fierceness, I was equipped with,
If im seen as a mishfit, lettem say it when I get rich,
face it, Imma bout to lay down the basics,
I Represent Christ does that suprises you fake kids,
Im sick of facin racists, faces, every where I go,
even by my own people, so,
I gotta let yall go, cause yall dont even know,
about the Video game and record lables,
they get mad at me, cuz I will do what they dont
Alot these people wanna hate on me,
so dun hate, dun hate on me x2
I gotta lotta things to do in my life you see,
I dun have time for those who dont like me
People say I have no lyrical ability,
but with the way they bob they heads, it seems as if their feelin me,
it seems as if Im makin hits, seems as if my poetry,
is makin them heart beat, they burnin ma cd's.
please, people love talk so just leave me alone,
im real as can be when I step up to the microphone,
alot people think they rich, when they always losin money,
so they aint real they just funny.
I speak about life, cuz life is hard,
but even harder when you represent christ as god,
New music they aint never heard before,
they critisizin me, what the heck you hate me for
discrimanate me for, even my people look at me like im crazy,
as if I was satan in the songs I made lately,
they actin like baby's maybe they loosin their faith,
but whatever is whatever, all that i can do is wait.
Hate isnt that a Harsh word,
People dish it out more than carnivals and bratwurst,
I fought worse, people that were pure evil,
but the hate is more annoyin than I fly buzzin in my ear holes,
here it goes again, I predict when the hate approches
they hate on me, no choice but squish em like theyre cockroaches,
stop folks please relax like I said a hundred times, in about lets see 100hundred of my rhymes,
I dont bother them yet they come back every time,
every day night, almost like their lookin for a fight,
right, and now you say that I am tryna hide,
You want me to bust back, you know IM not that type,
I know you mad, I got something you will never have,
the ability to calm myself before I get mad,
Most of the time I do that and thats foreal,
quite frankily little buddy just chill.
