- Das EFX Jungle 歌詞
- Das EFX
- How I keep from going under, nah mean?
Its wild out here
They wonder why niggas smoke so much weed
Drink so much Henny (How I keep from going under)
Its crazy. Getting crazy, nah mean?
Yo, Im from where the days are short and the nights are long
And when Im stressed out, Ill write a song
And analyze the right from wrong, I speak for half a million
That fight like Israelis and Palestinians
You dark enough? Watch the trees you barking up
Dunn, they even locked Sharpton up, now thats some other shit
The government is scandalous and try to cover shit
Im on some CNB, 'keep on, my brother' shit
Theres a lot of pain in this grain that we go against
Lifes a dirty game, you either play a ho or pimp
We the crack cats switching up the product
And every week or two, another school getting shot up
Little niggas turning killer at an early age
Sending other little niggas to an early grave
They always say that the good die young, specially in the hood Im from
Feel me
Its like a Jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
How I keep from going under
(Ooh, child things are gonna get easier)
Its like a Jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
How I keep from going under
(Child, things gon get brighter)
Yo, I dont know where to start, so I will where I am
Sometimes in this world, I dont know where I stand
Im just trying to make bread and share with the fam
And do what I gotta do take care of my fam, look
One minute yo, getting ready for tour
Next minute yo, out here getting ready for war
The news be giving me the blues like BB King
The thrill is gone, man, this life aint no easy thing
If it aint one struggle, its a-motherfucking-nother
Everyday my sister having beef with mother
Sometimes I say, ' Fuck it, Dray, why even bother?'
Im still trying to work this shit out with my father
My old lady say I stress too much
A lot of shit be on the brain, I dont rest too much
I guess, living in the Jungle got me uptight
Trying to figure out a plan that got me up nights, man
Yo, biggidi bill collectors, they ring my phone
And scare my wife, when Im not home (dah)
I swear to God, these times is hard but I aint giving in
Im trying to get to Heaven and out this Hell Im living in
And cant no man stop me, why, its obvious
They even gon lock me up or pop me up
We smoke weed and spill Henny
They killed (?), but they aint gon kill Timmy
Diggity McVeigh, I giggity gas stay
Was trying to say, 'Fuck my people,' in direct-ly
I say, 'Fuck you,' you can get touched too
Cuz niggas in the hood , they gon do what they must do
We hustle, we just trying to get by
Every day, yo, we talk shit and get high
Understand, Lifes A Bitch then you die
But real niggas never die, only multiply
Feel me
Sometimes, its gonna get hard
Fore it to get easier
Look forward,son
Its gonna get brighter
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