Struggling man, no time to lose I'm a struggling man And I've got to move on Struggling man, struggling man Struggling man, struggling man Struggling man, struggling man
Перевод: Джимми Клифф. Борьба человека.
before you leave Struggling when you head back in tomorrow And I'm still all alone In this home that's mostly borrowed You've become my family Struggling
Intro: Listen you fuckers, you screwheads Here's a man who won't take it anymore A man who stood up against The skunk, the kunts, the dogs, the fill
don't love ourselves Don't look around busta Check yourselves Know what it means to be black whether a man or girl We still struggling In this white man
To hear what I like And I'll try To hide What I fear Ever moving over to the way I wanna be attract an energy Past time stored in my memory As we are struggling
Can't think why Like a search for murder clues In dead man's eyes Forever unfulfilled And can't think why Like a search for murder clues In dead man'
struggle would be lost [Busta] say it again the struggle would be lost [Busta] say it again the struggle would be lost [Verse 1] The struggle will
time the cops is raising the block with aint for your legs and back with some hot shit Right now somebody struggling to stop this man whos kick and
and recover me, already dead. See what I'm trying to say, is I'm trying to be the best man I can be. And when I see you too, struggling to do the best
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(Ludacris) And now brothas and sistas we present the black man's struggle... Straining groans and moans followed up with farting sounds a splash and
bitch Man tries to keep things but they're taken away Man has to struggle all the live long day Man has to sweat and toil his life filled with trouble Man
way we on, when we all up in the race and you know we gotta go, don't try to keep up with the pace we struggling and hustling and sending in and getting
the money ain't a problem, livin' like we moppin', came up out the boulevard, that's why we go hard, cuz once upon a time we were at the bottom (bottom), and man
my homeboy, you'll never have to pay me Go on and put your hands up when times is hard, you stand up L-U-P the man, 'cause the brand that the fans trust
' 'em I shed my blood About everything I love It's on everything I love, man It's on everything I love It's on everything I love, man
{Upon initial contact with Ice-T's music I had envisioned him to be an ill mannered and psychologically Unstable man with an extremely uneducated and
