There i go

<p>Feel my struggle, feel my pain<br/>Feel my plea - this is me<br/><br/>So many years I suffered pain, and some seldom believe what I became: lame and fed up with fame<br/>The things I value most were deemed worthless, but black and back<br/>And that I seemed nervous, with no purpose<br/>So many years I suffered pain, and some seldom believe what I became: lame and fed up with fame<br/>The things I value most were deemed worthless, but black and back<br/>And that I seemed nervous, with no purpose<br/><br/>Worth its weight in gold<br/>Penetrate the infrastructure of friend berated, who waited, evaded &#x27;fore life was confiscated<br/>What made it complicated was, often times, the light reflecting me was dim and faded<br/>Ooh yeah, and still I made it<br/>Oh boy, mama&#x27;s pearling almond joy<br/>Dodging every blow of Satan&#x27;s plot employ<br/>A hero, saving lives that you see before you<br/>Fighting that which may destroy you, writing your redemption for you<br/>So, here I go; I brought my frame: the loyal<br/>Future at four, five - I let you tell your kids about who came before you<br/>And, if a moment such as this is true, and this desire change your frame of mind, embrace and pray it touches you<br/>So many years I suffered pain, and some seldom believe what I became: lame and fed up with fame<br/>The things I value most were deemed worthless, but black and back<br/>And that I seemed nervous, with no purpose<br/>So many years I suffered pain, and some seldom believe what I became: lame and fed up with fame<br/>The things I value most were deemed worthless, but black and back<br/>And that I seemed nervous, with no purpose<br/><br/>Yo, I never thought I would of got to the point of tired of rocking these joints<br/>&#x27;Cause my knees bleed like arteries, clotting my want and ambitions<br/>&#x27;Cause my position in this industry steadily, it seems to be, grudgingly keeping me in opposition of opportunities of reaching the unreachable, teaching the un-teachable, speaking the unspeakable<br/>The realness in life, in the image that of Christ and the way I choose to write it in my diary - the irony is tiring<br/>Discussing depression, there&#x27;s so many lessons I&#x27;ve learned, and my concern is for those who connect with it but never get the chance to get it, (so I go everywhere I know)<br/>There&#x27;s pain and there&#x27;s suffering<br/>The game got me hustling for change, and it&#x27;s strange<br/>The same issues never get answers or solutions<br/>It&#x27;s time for revolution in this music, so I choose to keep on spitting this medicine<br/><br/>So many years I suffered pain, and some seldom believe what I became: lame and fed up with fame<br/>The things I value most were deemed worthless, but black and back<br/>And that I seemed nervous, with no purpose<br/>So many years I suffered pain, and some seldom believe what I became: lame and fed up with fame<br/>The things I value most were deemed worthless, but black and back<br/>And that I seemed nervous, with no purpose<br/><br/>So many years I suffered pain<br/>I value most were deemed worthless<br/>So many years I suffered pain, and some seldom believe what I became<br/>I value most were deemed worthless, but black and back<br/>And that I seemed nervous<br/><br/>So many years I suffered pain, and some seldom believe what I became: lame and fed up with fame<br/>The things I value most were deemed worthless, but black and back<br/>And that I seemed nervous, with no purpose<br/>So many years I suffered pain, and some seldom believe what I became: lame and fed up with fame<br/>The things I value most were deemed worthless, but black and back<br/>And that I seemed nervous, with no purpose