Strugglin Land - Young Noble

From Bricks to Iran, spitted for the fan

Middle finger to the Government that never gave a damn

Gotta soak in the poverty, the real niggas acknowledge

Praying & Wishing buy ticket hope & hit the lottery

Homies in the Middle East stuck in a war-zone

Sleepin in the battlefield that’s what they call home

The good die young, mama lost the only son

He would the hope for the family, he should have been the One

Dreams get shrouded like nothing really matters

Ain’t Nobody see nothing, don’t nobody know what happen

This is more than just rapping, homie it’s real life

This is Outlawz for life… yeah

We’d hope for the hopeless, the voice of the voiceless

Ghetto gospel inspiration and get focus

The hope for the hopeless, voice of the voiceless

Keep your head up homie and stay in focus

Do u know who am I, just wanna attacking me

Know who am I, Think its way it be

Know who am I, not cannibal’s ready meat

Know who am I, Don’t judge, u can’t feeling me

Out this time, won’t even touch me

Eyes those blind, don't bother you can watching me

We’re going high, to the top, to the Lord…

Your weaknesses, dirty feeling about my world

U don’t know «who am I»

Chaos lay us on the miseries and pain

Biggaz diggaz tryna dig the biggest grave

Welcome to the middle east where the people are insane

Cuz the government is fightin with em steal whateva they earn

It’s ridiculous but you gotta look at us

How we struggling they mugging the dope for us

No bonus life’s like a cold for us

We gotta pull the trigger or be died by murderers

Cuz they killaz they don’t even think about us

They don’t give a fuck even if we got non around us

If I say enqelabe no it means a word fo u

Swear to the blood of Neda I’m gon load it for u

They solid gunplayaz we became a new one

We gotta get ourselves outta motherfucker crueldom

We da one you so punk we gon show u how to run

Third world by people power it’s the victory of the champs

We need freedom dat means a lot

We outlawz revolution till the death has come

Suck my Glock fuck your dirty politic

We the revolutioners with the green sinless holy spirit

Won’t your problem if I neva ever gotta kiss my doe!

Won’t your problem if she wanna stay or gotta go!

Won’t your problem if she or he wanna blow!

Won’t your problem it’s not porno rap or commercial!

Won’t your problem it’s me, it’s u, it’s that

Won’t your problem if my government still shittin & no doubt!

Won’t your problem if my world all about struggling at

Won’t your problem if my life ended in a body bag

Won’t your problem if a white boy’s life turn black

Every praise to the Lord, rest in peace & no Glock…

Dedicated to my people by PersiaX man

Westside, Eastern make it more than best thang…