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  • 作词 : Walter Reed/Ernest Aye
    作曲 : Walter Reed/Ernest Aye
    Intro/Chorus
    It goes: life, difficult times, and mad crimes
    Some pay the price, while others refine
    Blessed are those who struggle --
    God loves you
    And Wisdom is the principle thing for
    Kings and
    Queens (repeat 2X)
    Many alliance will end, it's like a sad song from a violin, trapped like
    Daniel's in the
    Lion's Den
    Tryin to pie-rce the iron skin, of
    Leviathan
    Souls blowin in the violent winds
    God help us, if we die in sign,
    I hear the trials in the cries of men, that's when the riot begins
    Like things never get better, we forever servin
    Ebekenezer, since the days of our ancestors
    Slaves to a mad pleasure, building great architectures
    Sharp dressers, smart professors
    Start my lecture,
    I build lyrics like a art director
    Show it to you like the film projector
    Blessed are those who struggle, from day to day we all hustle
    Comin home with sore muscles, and scarred faces
    Scuffed knuckles, we all share the same trouble
    Seperated couples, sometimes it seem like there's no escapin, the clutches of
    Satan Spendin years in state pens, awaitin patient
    Dreams of a scholarship, ended by a hollowtip
    Politics and number slip
    Chorus Once, shoved in ships, now we
    Bloods and
    Crips Thugs with clips, ****** who love the clicks
    Hit the clubs and ****, so they can rub their hips
    Hugs and flicks, ****** with drugs and whips
    Cash Rules this
    Rotten Apple, they got a worm in it
    Corrupt sinners, in my man's jeep with the windows tinted, sippin
    Guinness Observin all the clinics, and liquor spots
    They make me lick a shot through the rooftop
    I never seen the glory
    In the ghetto it's the same story
    Ciggarette butts and cold coffee, black faces and white mouths, they cry out, for the
    White House
    Ain't no wealth shared, it's welfare and poor health care, self scared
    It's senseless, the way they got our black princess on public assistance to end our existance
    Chorus It's a blessing... to struggle
    It's a blessing... (repeat 2X)
    Yeahhyeahhh, it's a blessing, just a blessing
    It's a blessing... *fades*
  • 作词 : Walter Reed/Ernest Aye
    作曲 : Walter Reed/Ernest Aye
    Intro/Chorus
    It goes: life, difficult times, and mad crimes
    Some pay the price, while others refine
    Blessed are those who struggle --
    God loves you
    And Wisdom is the principle thing for
    Kings and
    Queens (repeat 2X)
    Many alliance will end, it's like a sad song from a violin, trapped like
    Daniel's in the
    Lion's Den
    Tryin to pie-rce the iron skin, of
    Leviathan
    Souls blowin in the violent winds
    God help us, if we die in sign,
    I hear the trials in the cries of men, that's when the riot begins
    Like things never get better, we forever servin
    Ebekenezer, since the days of our ancestors
    Slaves to a mad pleasure, building great architectures
    Sharp dressers, smart professors
    Start my lecture,
    I build lyrics like a art director
    Show it to you like the film projector
    Blessed are those who struggle, from day to day we all hustle
    Comin home with sore muscles, and scarred faces
    Scuffed knuckles, we all share the same trouble
    Seperated couples, sometimes it seem like there's no escapin, the clutches of
    Satan Spendin years in state pens, awaitin patient
    Dreams of a scholarship, ended by a hollowtip
    Politics and number slip
    Chorus Once, shoved in ships, now we
    Bloods and
    Crips Thugs with clips, ****** who love the clicks
    Hit the clubs and ****, so they can rub their hips
    Hugs and flicks, ****** with drugs and whips
    Cash Rules this
    Rotten Apple, they got a worm in it
    Corrupt sinners, in my man's jeep with the windows tinted, sippin
    Guinness Observin all the clinics, and liquor spots
    They make me lick a shot through the rooftop
    I never seen the glory
    In the ghetto it's the same story
    Ciggarette butts and cold coffee, black faces and white mouths, they cry out, for the
    White House
    Ain't no wealth shared, it's welfare and poor health care, self scared
    It's senseless, the way they got our black princess on public assistance to end our existance
    Chorus It's a blessing... to struggle
    It's a blessing... (repeat 2X)
    Yeahhyeahhh, it's a blessing, just a blessing
    It's a blessing... *fades*