Abscaand - Everyday Struggle lyrics

[Verse 1: Abscaand] Before Hip-Hop, I used to sleep my days away Anything to stop me from facing responsibility Until I traded in my apathy for determination With that, of course, came sleep deprivation I can't count the times I spent in my room, pacing Waiting for the perfect line to cross my mind Unable to close my eyes because that's time wasted Reluctantly gaining the grind of Oli Sykes I used to think I could instantly become the god mc without practicing And that's when life poured me a cold gla** of humility Writer's block can be so humbling The way it leaves you stumbling over your words like a bumbling idiot The public humiliation made me feel like quitting this But it only increased my resilience Which makes me pity the fool like Mr. T Who thinks that writing raps is easily done That's inconceivable, which means that you haven't listened to Run DMC Because even they tell you that writing a rhyme is tricky 1997, they may think it's no Biggie His flow is with me, his influence is ever-lasting, even in his pa**ing He died when I was four, never really knew him while he was alive But he contrived this new breed of emcee, which is I And you can tell by the action I'm taking, I refuse to let his legacy go vacant That's why I'm going non-stop on this beat with no hook His impact on my style has earned him the fifth placement As we descend, this is going from least to greatest I'm showing love to the emcees that helped make me And this is, in no way, a diss to the emcees stated It's just the way that the game fell in my lap It's crazy, but sometimes, it happens like that Old cats made the Golden Age sound so extravagent Like 90's kids reminiscing on the past again The problem is they don't listen to what new rap has to offer Some of us have learned from our forefathers And earned the right to be called an artist I know I have, because I stick to my Roots like Black Thought This isn't just any beat, I wanted to come correct Go so hard, that Biggie's bobbing his head from heaven So many flows, you think I work at Progressive So many bars, it's like I'm sitting on top of a prison The mic gives me life like conception Like Eminem and Jay-Z, I choose to use my words as weapons This is lyrical warfare and I'm the necromancer I resurrected this beat just to knock its teeth in I'm filled with Stardust like Ziggy A Blackstar like David Bowie, Mos Def, and Talib Kweli Who envisions ripping cyphers and getting love from my city And they will be with me, once I get on the road and start performing Then, I'll fly to NY and be on Sway in the Morning There's nothing that you can tell me, these lyrics will propel me Off the ground and to a better place, safe and sound While I'm making my rounds around the world, I'll think about how I came up Engaged in a war with negative thoughts Taking Suicidal Thoughts to a B.I.G. level Fighting with a devil that took part of my life away Now, the dust has settled, giving me peace of mind In this peace, I found a reason to stay alive My calm nature and purpose in life, they coincide The flow is tried and true, from mind to you You better mind the youth