K'naan - strugglin' / what's hardcore


I should be chillin' on beaches, instead my bone freezes,
Ducking glocks and I walks, well, like Jesus.
The realest thing for me is since I was a fetus,
The only break I ever got, was at recess.
So legitimately, I remain very little relieved,
And at thug rappers, I remain very little intrigued,
and can you blame me?
Look how we lived in the late eighties,
Throwing rocks at the crazy ladies, and when we'd play these,
Crazy games, the whole crew had crazy names, we
even had a cripple we use to call em lazy legs.
But my faith remains, untouched and unchanged,
Still in my block you hear more shots than a gun range,
I'm…


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