Struggle Baby - The Grouch

Wha-what?

Wha-what?

It’s a struggle, in life

My life, and yours too

It’s just a struggle baby, things will all work out

Words my mother told me and they were true, no doubt

I’ve had a lot of pain, but I can withstand more

I’ve got too much to gain, I’ve got to live and explore

I’ve got to give and endure, not getting when I’m not hitting

It was written that I would always would though, know I should so

I’m by myself, I try my best, how’s that look?

Me deny myself, opportunity?

Oh no

I’m gonna see them chips, be on them trips

Make my dearest wish come true, be unto bigger things

I’m getting sick of things falling, so I’m all in

To my business, my music, what is this?

I use it

To propel, and oh well, you don’t like my tempo?

You don’t like my simple styles nor my instrumentals?

I’ll have you know I’m the pro here, you can go near

The record store and check for more, I don’t give a fuck

Fat beats ain’t living what I know to be correct

What I show to be respect for this art form

Bar swarming bundles, it stumble in and out the game

Shout the name then disappear like no-ones, but I’ll remain and I’ll retain

Quality by giving all of me consistently

Listen we bring the noise, we sting with boys

My boys, we done some shit y’all, stuff I know that if all

The world could see, they wouldn’t believe it, couldn’t conceive it

Leave it to a label to fuck it up

But if I do it all myself, it’s just not enough

I got a tough situation at hand, debating like «Man

What’s the next move?»

That’s the test

It’s just a struggle baby

It’s just a struggle mistress

It’s just a struggle homie

It’s just a struggle sister

Today was just another day, it didn’t go all wrong

I got to stressing out and couldn’t make my song

They wouldn’t write my check, I had to check them fools

Use my tools up stairs, not disrespecting fools

And fuck the rules of the game, I’m tryna get my name out

can’t take when it came out, she tried to diss

But she can’t diss my shit, fools ain’t fucking with this

I think my underground scene is on New York’s dick

And that’s from here to there, West, North to South

I watch that shit for years and don’t know what it’s about

I persevere through the punishment thinking about how we done this shit

Landed up in Europe with twenty and seen plenty

And if any tried to clown, they did so when we wasn’t around

Town, inspiration through the nation grew the hating

And who’s relating?

Fools ain’t facing what I hasten

Adjacent to a vacant space and time, and so I climb

And it’s not sublime, I drop the dime and it serves as a reminder

I’ve see them coming often, and some may have one-liners who’s finer

I treat my love like a designer, thorough as hell to make it swell

Swole', we roll dice daily never knowing

End of life maybe the outcome, I’m showing

How I deal with my struggle, turn to bubble

Even if my hustle isn’t paying like your hustle

It’s just a struggle baby

It’s just a struggle brother

It’s just a struggle lady

It’s just a struggle mother