Rock And A Hard Place

Yeah yeah

It's an everyday struggle

Trying to get out

Trying to get out

Trying to make it

Check this out nigga

What

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I'm stuck in between a rock and a hard place

Bad luck is what results from my paper chase

I keep looking it ain't no dough

So I don't wanna look no mo what

I need to get away to another day or place in time

And find where reality can ease my mind

And shine on me like the sons of the earth

For what it's worth my turf is ruff and rugged so I gave birth

To a dream where cream lies between

All the dirt and the gravel so I battle to achieve my green

And still try to move forward at a steady pace

Cause bad luck is interfering with my paper chase

So I erase the crime lies and sad cries

Wit sore eyes and keep mines on the uprise

But it don't work cause im steady getting jerked

By my neighborhood up to no good where bad niggas lurk

The urk me leaving effects that's too negative

So Ludacris is looking for a better place to live

And I can't stand it it's really got me buggin

It's like im in the war and I just keep on tuggin cause i'm

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I try to find a way outta this maze

It's got me crazed im in a daze

So many ways to boost into a different phase

But I can't think I can't do nothing

You think I'm fronting

You hear me grunting

Lord you ain't even saying nuttin

I need some currency before there's an emergency

Forget crimes I won't let my mind get the best of me

It's not gone happen I'm trapped in two worlds

On one side I see diamonds on the other I see pearls

It's a whirlwind disaster with two damn sides

So I'm gone with the wind and come right back with the tide

Cause I keep my eyes on the skies and my head in the clouds

And when my mouth is shut up it makes my thoughts get loud

It's like a crowd in a stadium

Mils I be craving em

Money making schemes locked up in my cranium

Cause I need outta this critical situation

My mind's in jail I don't know the time that it's facing I'm

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I'm sick of knockin I'm sick of clocking

I'm sick of droppin in a hole never reaching my goal

It's got my soul seperated into pieces

It just increases

I'm hit wit anger like a cooked tit wit hot greases

So if you understood my attitude

Maybe you feel what I'm feeling

And then it start appealing

To ya intellect and aspect of dreams and aspirations

Death by temptations even got my heart basting

So I'm tracing the line where I can find a better path

And make it last sit back and laugh before the aftermath

The tragic flaw is what makes it raw

So let it fall and I'll get through it even if I have to crawl

My way, I see the sun and there's no delay

And I'ma pray cause the lord will make a brighter day

Or will he keep me in his holding cell

But enough wit the questions the only story to tell

is that I'm

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