Yeah Yeah It's An Everyday Stuggle Trying To Get Out Trying To Get Out Trying To Make It Check This Out Nigga What
Chorus: I'm Stuck In Between A Rock And A Hard Place Bad Luck Is What Resluts From My Paper Chase I Keep Looking It Ain't No Dough So I Don't Wanna Look No Mo What (repeat)
I Need To Get Away To Another Day Or Place In Time And Find Where Reality Can Ease My Mind And Shine On Me Like The Sons Of The Earth For What It's Worth My Turf Is Ruff And Rugged So I Gave Birth To A Dream Where Cream Lies Between All The Dirt And The Gravel So I Battle To Achieve My Green And Still Try To Move Forward At A Steady Pace Cause Bad Luck Is Interfering With My Paper Chase So I Erase The Crime Lies And Sad Cries Wit Sore Eyes And Keep Mines On The Uprise But It Don't Work Cause Im Steady Getting Jerked By My Neighborhood Up To No Good Where Bad Niggas Lurk The Urk Me Leaving Effects That's Too Negative So Ludacris Is Looking For A Better Place To Live And I Can't Stand It It's Really Got Me Buggin It's Like Im In The War And I Just Keep On Tuggin Cause I'm
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I Try To Find A Way Outta This Maze It's Got Me Crazed Im In A Daze So Many Ways To Boost Into A Different Phase But I Can't Think I Can't Do Nothing You Think I'm Fronting You Hear Me Grunting Lord You Ain't Even Saying Nuttin I Need Some Currency Before There's An Emergency Forget Crimes I Won't Let My Mind Get The Best Of Me It's Not Gone Happen I'm Trapped In Two Worlds On One Side I See Diamonds On The Other I See Pearls It's A Whirlwind Disaster With Two Damn Sides So I'm Gone With The Wind And Come Right Back With The Tide Cause I Keep My Eyes On The Skies And My Head In The Clouds And When My Mouth Is Shut Up It Makes My Thoughts Get Loud It's Like A Crowd In A Stadium Mils I Be Craving Em Money Making Schemes Locked Up In My Cranium Cause I Need Outta This Critical Situation My Mind's In Jail I Don't Know The Time That It's Facing I'm
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I'm Sick Of Knockin I'm Sick Of Clocking I'm Sick Of Droppin In A Hole Never Reaching My Goal It's Got My Soul Seperated Into Pieces It Just Increases I'm Hit Wit Anger Like A Cooked Tit Wit Hot Greases So If You Understood My Attitude Maybe You Feel What I'm Feeling And Then It Start Appealing To Ya Intellect And Aspect Of Dreams And Aspirations Death By Temptations Even Got My Heart Basting So I'm Tracing The Line Where I Can Find A Better Path And Make It Last Sit Back And Laugh Before The Aftermath The Tragic Flaw Is What Makes It Raw So Let It Fall And I'll Get Through It Even If I Have To Crawl My Way, I See The Sun And There's No Delay And I'ma Pray Cause The Lord Will Make A Brighter Day Or Will He Keep Me In His Holding Cell But Enough Wit The Questions The Only Story To Tell Is That I'm
