The Struggle

Duration

3:57

Genres

R & B

Description

Lyrics

I'm a genius ima fool, i'm the worst i'm the best. If i tell you i'ma g, then it's merely a jest. My name don't matter, but they call me Five-Sack. I make everything look easy, see me spittin rhymes like weezy. All the bitches they think that they dreamin. When i lay her out this is what she feelin. What? you think with a name like isack you think i'd be anythin but killin and drillin up in the sack. Lemme hit it in the back finish up in that dome, but in the mornin i better be alone. Bitch you know ill never call back, less you be a straight up mack. Then come back for some more, i'll tear it up on the floor. I bring up the intensity level, for all you mobbers and rebels. Grab a burnin rag and piss on the flag. Cant you see in our society we all carry telescreens. Blind and confined to a world full of these pests, what will they do when the whole world's under arrest We gotta act now, in sleet or hail. grab ur guns lets burn down a fuckin jail. Lets blaze our own trail, Straight to fuckin hell. It ain't fun bein bored, all alone and depressed With all this creativity burnin deep in my chest. I keep it all up inside till i shout, let it all out. Before i drown, i better tear it all down. Just look around and see me, surrounded by trees, we ain't free were all slaves, i'm a captive so lets pave the way to a new day when i say hey, and blow all my troubles away. I got demons inside of me, I'm plagued with anxiety. I fuckin dare you get closer ima show i aint no poser. ask anyone, i'm doper, i'm loker. listen to my style, i'm a straight soul smoker. Got the look of denial in my eye, when she threw me the dueces, she didn't even say goodbye. So i say fuck it! Chase some more tail, yeah i'm blazin my trail straight to fuckin hell.