Struggle
L.d.p. Lyrics


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[Mr.Lif in the background]
(This is what I gotta do)
Mic Check!

[Verse 1]
Well if you can't beat em', join em', build a memoriam
This kid got gold teeth, fuck it, coin em' so we can get some loot in our pocket
My man who just did a bid said you haven't tried it don't knock it
I wear the rings of Saturn on my knuckles, like trucks do
Life 40 acres and a mule I'm down to buck soon, my tool iller starts
Could make the world around my lost souls keep my mind in two colds
Keep the world in two holes in my head just oppose
I cited murder flows, on the low I contra flows the way that its supposed to be
I keep 10 rings around the frozery
I'm bout to rob the store I need some loot and some groceries
I need a lout with 3 blunders, fuck another night of hunger
I been a good man and I don't deserve to suffer
After this night, I'll return to being peaceful I put this on my people
Working exchange and worth the peep though, yo
Do you recall the days when brothers used to chill
Flex on the mic and display ghetto appeal
Yo those were the days when it was really real
Yo those were the days when it was really real
But we'll, all get it back together one day
But until then its stuff gunspray
I bless my head with every night I lay, and I pray for a brighter day
But anyway gotta get them thoughts out of my mind now
Wipe the sweat off my eyebrows, and stop to caught bring my hideout
Lie down you two niggaz in a second now
First brother shook with fear, and the second nigga caught a smile, wow
You doing that why don't you strip white Gaza
This nigga yells you "well youse a frontin ass roster"
By my actions I have to say that that's true
But shut the fuck up I didn't ask you
I might blast you, If I have to, no mask
They can't find me, even if you ID
But yo thanks for checking me, then unexpectedly
This pet nigga right behind the counter started wettin' me
9 mm weaponry or ya be sleepin on the chest next to me
Nobody understands society molested me, they just questioned me
Nature of the arm going clean up crew clean my blood stops flowin
All my enemies out on the block, plus the government is smiling
Cause they sense the scent of death blowing, just showing
They plans run in precisely, "this nigga ought to fit into a wood box nicely"
Ghetto stress have my own fuckin people ice me
If you look you can find me, on the corner store tile floor
Another landmark of the ghetto I saw
Is it all worth to die for? Noooooo

Its not worth it ([echoes]nooooooooo)

[Three Men talking]
Man 1: Yo oh shit this dude got shot!
Man 2: He got shot?
Man 1: Yeah fucking shot dawg tryna rob a store
Man 3: What? The fuck is this!?
Man 1: that's fucked up yo
Man 2: We gotta get out of here
Man 1: Yo this ain't cool
Man 3: Yo where you goin?




Man 2: We gotta get the fuck out of here, this nigga wildin, HE WILDIN I'm
OUT!.......yo I think I went to high school with this kid

Overall Meaning

In L.d.p.'s song Struggle, the artist explores the difficult circumstances that many face growing up in the ghetto. The song begins with Mr. Lif providing a mic check, setting the stage for this introspective and hard-hitting piece. In the first verse, L.d.p. talks about the challenges of making money in the ghetto, noting that sometimes you have to do things you don't want to do to get ahead. He talks about wearing the rings of Saturn on his knuckles like a truck, a sign of his toughness and willingness to fight for what he wants.


Throughout the verse, L.d.p. touches on themes of struggle, desperation, and loss. He talks about how easy it is to slip into a life of crime when you have nothing, and how hard it is to return once you've gone down that path. He talks about the sense of hopelessness that pervades the ghetto, and how it can drive you to do things you never thought you would.


The chorus of the song is a sharp contrast to the hard-hitting verses. It is simple and almost mournful, with L.d.p. repeating "It's not worth it" over and over again. This is a reminder that, no matter how hard things get, there is always hope and there are always better options than resorting to violence or crime.


Overall, Struggle is a powerful and poignant exploration of the realities of growing up in the ghetto. It's a reminder that life is hard, but it's also a call to action to fight against the hopelessness and desperation that can threaten to consume us.


Line by Line Meaning

Well if you can't beat em', join em', build a memoriam
If you can't overcome your difficulties, just give in and create a way to remember your defeat


This kid got gold teeth, fuck it, coin em' so we can get some loot in our pocket
This person has gold teeth, let's steal them and get some money


My man who just did a bid said you haven't tried it don't knock it
Someone who was recently in jail told me that I shouldn't judge something I haven't experienced myself


I wear the rings of Saturn on my knuckles, like trucks do
I have rings on my knuckles like brass knuckles, representing the power of Saturn


Life 40 acres and a mule I'm down to buck soon, my tool iller starts
I'm willing to fight for the land and resources that were promised to black people after slavery. When I'm ready to fight, I become more dangerous


Could make the world around my lost souls keep my mind in two colds
I could influence the people around me who are suffering and desperate, but I try to separate my emotions and stay detached


Keep the world in two holes in my head just oppose
My mind is divided into two parts, one side supporting the world and the other opposing it


I cited murder flows, on the low I contra flows the way that its supposed to be
I rap about killing people, but I secretly rebel against the way things are supposed to be


I keep 10 rings around the frozery
I have many rings on my fingers and I keep them in the freezer


I'm bout to rob the store I need some loot and some groceries
I'm about to rob the store because I need money and food


I need a lout with 3 blunders, fuck another night of hunger
I need three guns because I'm tired of being hungry and struggling


I been a good man and I don't deserve to suffer
I consider myself a good person and I don't think I should have to suffer


After this night, I'll return to being peaceful I put this on my people
After I rob this store, I will go back to being peaceful and I swear this on my fellow community members


Working exchange and worth the peep though, yo
I'm willing to work for what I want, and it's worth checking out


Do you recall the days when brothers used to chill Flex on the mic and display ghetto appeal Yo those were the days when it was really real Yo those were the days when it was really real But we'll, all get it back together one day But until then its stuff gunspray
Remember when rappers were more authentic and represented the struggles of the ghetto? We'll get back to that someday, but for now we have to resort to violence


I bless my head with every night I lay, and I pray for a brighter day
I pray every night for things to get better


But anyway gotta get them thoughts out of my mind now Wipe the sweat off my eyebrows, and stop to caught bring my hideout
I need to stop thinking too much and focus on getting back to my hideout safely


Lie down you two niggaz in a second now
Get on the ground, both of you, right now


First brother shook with fear, and the second nigga caught a smile, wow
The first person was scared, but the second one found it amusing or exciting


You doing that why don't you strip white Gaza This nigga yells you "well youse a frontin ass roster"
If you're going to do this, why not rob a white area? The person I'm robbing calls me a coward for robbing his store.


By my actions I have to say that that's true But shut the fuck up I didn't ask you I might blast you, If I have to, no mask They can't find me, even if you ID
I admit that I'm fronting, but I don't want to hear it from someone else. I might shoot him if he keeps talking. I'm not wearing a mask and I won't get caught, even if the person identifies me


But yo thanks for checking me, then unexpectedly This pet nigga right behind the counter started wettin' me
Thanks for standing up to me, but at the same time, this other person behind the counter started shooting me


9 mm weaponry or ya be sleepin on the chest next to me
I have a 9mm gun and if you don't disarm me, you'll be dead next to me


Nobody understands society molested me, they just questioned me
People don't understand how society has mistreated me, they just ask me questions


Nature of the arm going clean up crew clean my blood stops flowin
My arm has been injured and someone needs to clean up my blood so it stops bleeding


All my enemies out on the block, plus the government is smiling Cause they sense the scent of death blowing, just showing They plans run in precisely, "this nigga ought to fit into a wood box nicely"
My enemies are probably happy that I've been shot. The government is also pleased because they see my death as a problem solved. They have plans for people like me, who they think should die and be buried in a wooden box


Ghetto stress have my own fuckin people ice me If you look you can find me, on the corner store tile floor Another landmark of the ghetto I saw Is it all worth to die for? Noooooo
The stress of living in the ghetto has made my own people take my life. I'm lying on the floor of a corner store, another symbol of the ghetto. Is it worth it to die for this life? No.


Its not worth it ([echoes]nooooooooo)
Dying in the ghetto or for the struggle is not worth it




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