You take the good or the bad either or You're dealt a shady hand. Life is your enemy and your the wounded men or women, trying to find the meaning of survival. It has it's lows and it has it's highs But how would you know your gonna rise? You pray so see better days then what today has bring. But hope is almost a inch away. "Life Struggle" we call it; Knocking you out T.K.O ing it. I love to see another cloud and sunny days, but most of all a change in interracial. Shoot at me, lay me down take away this living pain, that lives in me in vain. Oh I wish there was rain hearing you say my name with hate. Damn this struggle eats like a piranha, Spitting up your guts and leaving them floating in the river. This is life you better suck it up and keep taking the blows like a champ.