OG Style - Life is a Struggle lyrics

[Verse 1, Kemo The Blaxican] 562, 90650 I'm in a zone by myself in my section of L.A Self contained bring more heat to the game than Al Pacino 'Cuz it wouldn't be L.A, no doubt, yeah baby we know Crack another brew, light another spliff To begin the translation of my brain is getting deeper insane So don't be the operative here, down to the bone While you're stuck in first gear some junkie is robbing your home And now my grip is wearing thin about the mile like traction On your radio, start slanging stereos, become the stereotype Then I hit the 105, my eyes filled with haze Thinking of the 50 ways to leave this crazy maze Poisonous enemies surrounds the ground With jealousy and greed trying to plague the hounds But like an 18-wheeler I rumble throughout the struggle Squashing venomous snakes that be lurking rubble [Chorus] Life is a struggle sometimes, it makes me wonder How the good turn bad, and the bad die younger So many lost souls So many ways to cheat So many murders to keep So many mama's will weep [Verse 2, Sen Dog] There use to be a time when crime was on the mind Anything I wanted, I got with my Nine Didn't feel fear Never felt sorrow That's what I learned from the people that I followed Better yet they taught me Some even fought me That's why till this day i'm so mothaf**ing co*ky Never really cared about catching a slug It's the game and the fame getting cash for my thugs Never cared heaven, or thought about hell It only came around when the homeboys failed Time would pa**, I wouldn't feel so bad I just walked right back, down the evil path Now I see the youngsters taking the same road I pray to God they stay alive, but I know they won't [Ives Irie] Well if they don't we will still see they face Con cuidado keep a cuete strapped on my waist Whatever happens, i'll be scrapping for my people good Depression k**ing me softly but I must move on I keep all my mind sickness in check in fact It was a hard-learned lesson, gotta be like that I got a question even asking if the truth is told I got a mind still trapped up with thoughts of gold A lot of aspiration to be more than this Moving a pound again up in so many top ten lists I see all that is around me so Crystal clear But ain't no fakers gonna slip through here Lord, keeping from dying ain't easy In a world that is no doubt, sold out, and sleazy Life is a struggle sometimes, it makes me wonder How the good turn bad, and the bad die younger So many lost souls So many ways to cheat So many murders to keep So many mama's will weep [Verse 3, Kemo The Blaxican] Now I'm rolling down the 6-4 headed Eastbound Look around, catch reflections of the beacon in the rear-view Adrenaline rush Ride the break toward slow lane But it's my lucky day and so the black and white pa**es Ass, gra** or cash, a familiar slogan Wires be smoking, no joking but I ain't from Oakland Props to el Norte, el Sur, the West, the East Mis camaradas y mis primos in the belly of the beast That's non-edible When I rhyme fast they help me rhyme a little slower It's true like that old Sun Tzu We shine through on them fools with their lame a** crews So they got a record deal but never paid no dues They're making aims temporarily no doubt But the rhymes of the jungle will strangle and take 'em out My staff estilo: mazizo, I know you're feeling it Some Cuates be tripping and jacking just for the thrill in it So watch it coming like meth with your third eye Peep the blind side the city is getting colder Look over your shoulder, it's on and i'm out of here I keeps pushing and moving, don't want to disappear [Chorus] Life is a struggle sometimes, it makes me wonder How the good turn bad, and the bad die younger So many lost souls So many ways to cheat So many murders to keep So many mama's will weep