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The Struggle Video (MV)




Performed By: Chris Guero
Language: English




Chris Guero - The Struggle Lyrics




Let it be Known what it is
All the Evil things I thought, The cruel shit I did.
F*cked up in the Mind since a Kid,
Grew up Quick.
Moms workin at the clubs where they Strip.
Servin drinks, gettin Tips. Home late to her Kids.
Im the Oldest. 16, gettin drunk, smokin spliffs. Hustlin, Paper counting. The Coke that I'd sniff had me zooted I was lit. Packin Clips.
Hearin about them Hood stories up in the Mix.
I was pissed, coming from nothing Fool, we broke tryna get rich & Get legit.
Whats the reason why I.... have to fit into this bullshit society, I learned that they lied to me.
False History. Read the Hidden pages.
Why the F*ck they got our Mexican kids in Cages
It was planned homie, like many other massacres.
Medias a Lie. They Brainwash & brain Damage us.
Real Life homie these aint Rhymes to me.
They Premeditatin Murders Covered Suicidally.
Gettin High just to Calm the Anxiety
Drinkin every day, I should be concerned of my Sobriety.
I was shown the wrong way when i was younger.
Our baby sitter was an Unrelated Uncle.
F*cked up in the bathroom, shootin Heroin.
Couchlocked - Eyes roll to the back of his head again.
Im pickin up Balloons on the counter, squishin em n shit.
Hungry Sick of Maruchan, cereal n shit.
Moms used to make the best food
Work was long, she was tired, never in the best moods.
So im out tryna Change that,
Get my Nana & my mom in some real Estate plans.
Mothaf*ckaz hate that im not about to give my life away for Punk ass shit.
I'll Run up in your crib with the pump & shit. (Laughs)
On some dumb shit.
Head home, changin clothes & head to a Function.
Time I gotta hit the homies Up. See whats happenin.
Broke my Girls heart, man She thought she was the baddest bitch & Now i got like 50 females tryna straight tip.
Time cost Money tho.
I aint f*ckin Average.
No Gigalo but ill make a hoe pay for dick.
Not if you's a Ran thru, hoe ass vegas bitch.
Chris Guero Straight Comin Thru.
Better be Bangin this.
Homies from the Hood carryin pistols, slangin bricks.
Assault Rifle Tactics, Never trained.
Eagle eye sight, hold it steady then just Bang.
(.762x39 AK-47)
Damn... Ears start to Ring & shit
In the City if you poor, you livin life dangerous.
Mandatory with the back Up, Get ya Plans straight
Ima Get it out the Mud in this damn Rain.
Understand the consequences to the Energy. Pay attention, do you feel it? Cuz its Next to me. It May Be just the Ghost that's been sent Me.
Watchin over me & Payin attention to the Recipe.
Plottin one day just to Kill me for my Destiny.
And grow into somethin Stronger than I could f*ckin Ever be. Takin over souls. Drainin Foos for they Energy. I'm Talkin like they will never be the same, homie rest in peace...
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Let it be Known what it is
All the Evil things I thought, The cruel shit I did.
F*cked up in the Mind since a Kid,
Grew up Quick.
Moms workin at the clubs where they Strip.
Servin drinks, gettin Tips. Home late to her Kids.
Im the Oldest. 16, gettin drunk, smokin spliffs. Hustlin, Paper counting. The Coke that I'd sniff had me zooted I was lit. Packin Clips.
Hearin about them Hood stories up in the Mix.
I was pissed, coming from nothing Fool, we broke tryna get rich & Get legit.
Whats the reason why I.... have to fit into this bullshit society, I learned that they lied to me.
False History. Read the Hidden pages.
Why the F*ck they got our Mexican kids in Cages
It was planned homie, like many other massacres.
Medias a Lie. They Brainwash & brain Damage us.
Real Life homie these aint Rhymes to me.
They Premeditatin Murders Covered Suicidally.
Gettin High just to Calm the Anxiety
Drinkin every day, I should be concerned of my Sobriety.
I was shown the wrong way when i was younger.
Our baby sitter was an Unrelated Uncle.
F*cked up in the bathroom, shootin Heroin.
Couchlocked - Eyes roll to the back of his head again.
Im pickin up Balloons on the counter, squishin em n shit.
Hungry Sick of Maruchan, cereal n shit.
Moms used to make the best food
Work was long, she was tired, never in the best moods.
So im out tryna Change that,
Get my Nana & my mom in some real Estate plans.
Mothaf*ckaz hate that im not about to give my life away for Punk ass shit.
I'll Run up in your crib with the pump & shit. (Laughs)
On some dumb shit.
Head home, changin clothes & head to a Function.
Time I gotta hit the homies Up. See whats happenin.
Broke my Girls heart, man She thought she was the baddest bitch & Now i got like 50 females tryna straight tip.
Time cost Money tho.
I aint f*ckin Average.
No Gigalo but ill make a hoe pay for dick.
Not if you's a Ran thru, hoe ass vegas bitch.
Chris Guero Straight Comin Thru.
Better be Bangin this.
Homies from the Hood carryin pistols, slangin bricks.
Assault Rifle Tactics, Never trained.
Eagle eye sight, hold it steady then just Bang.
(.762x39 AK-47)
Damn... Ears start to Ring & shit
In the City if you poor, you livin life dangerous.
Mandatory with the back Up, Get ya Plans straight
Ima Get it out the Mud in this damn Rain.
Understand the consequences to the Energy. Pay attention, do you feel it? Cuz its Next to me. It May Be just the Ghost that's been sent Me.
Watchin over me & Payin attention to the Recipe.
Plottin one day just to Kill me for my Destiny.
And grow into somethin Stronger than I could f*ckin Ever be. Takin over souls. Drainin Foos for they Energy. I'm Talkin like they will never be the same, homie rest in peace...
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