B.rap - Strugglin land lyrics

[Verse 1: Young Noble] From Bricks to Iran, spitted for the fan Middle finger to the Government that never gave a damn Gotta soak in the poverty, the real n***as acknowledge Praying & Wishing buy ticket hope & hit the lottery Homies in the Middle East stuck in a war-zone Sleepin in the battlefield that's what they call home The good die young, mama lost the only son He would the hope for the family, he should have been the One Dreams get shrouded like nothing really matters Ain't Nobody see nothing, don't nobody know what happen This is more than just rapping, homie it's real life This is Outlawz for life…yeah We'd hope for the hopeless, the voice of the voiceless Ghetto gospel inspiration and get focus The hope for the hopeless, voice of the voiceless Keep your head up homie and stay in focus [Hook] Do u know who am I, just wanna attacking me Know who am I, Think its way it be Know who am I, not cannibal's ready meat Know who am I, Don't judge, u can't feeling me Out this time, won't even touch me Eyes those blind ,don't bother you can watching me We're going high, to the top, to the Lord... Your weaknesses, dirty feeling about my world U don't know " who am I" [Verse 2: B.rap] Chaos lay us on the miseries and pain Biggaz diggaz tryna dig the biggest grave Welcome to the middle east where the people are insane Cuz the government is fightin with em steal whateva they earn It's ridiculous but you gotta look at us How we struggling they mugging the dope for us No bonus life's like a cold for us We gotta pull the trigger or be died by murderers Cuz they k**az they don't even think about us They don't give a f** even if we got non around us If I say enqelabe no it means a word fo u Swear to the blood of Neda I'm gon load it for u They solid gunplayaz we became a new one We gotta get ourselves outta motherf**er crueldom We da one you so punk we gon show u how to run Third world by people power it's the victory of the champs We need freedom dat means a lot We outlawz revolution till the d**h has come s** my Glock f** your dirty politic We the revolutioners with the green sinless holy spirit [Hook] [Verse 3: Perx] Won't your problem if I neva ever gotta kiss my doe! Won't your problem if she wanna stay or gotta go! Won't your problem if she or he wanna blow! Won't your problem it's not p**no rap or commercial! Won't your problem it's me, it's u, it's that Won't your problem if my government still sh**tin & no doubt! Won't your problem if my world all about struggling at Won't your problem if my life ended in a body bag Won't your problem if a white boy's life turn black Every praise to the Lord, rest in peace & no Glock… Dedicated to my people by PersiaX man Westside, Eastern make it more than best thang… [Hook]