January 09, 2009

B.I.G Tribute Day 1 - Everyday Struggle

I know how it feels to wake up fucked up
Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell
People look at you like you's the user
Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
But they don't know about your stress-filled days
Baby on the way mad bills to pay
That's why you drink tanqueray; so you can reminisce
And wish, you wasn't livin so devilish, shit
I remember I was just like you
Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62s
Cause g-e-d, wasn't b-i-g
I got p-a-i-d, that's why my moms hate me
She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
Then I figured out licks went for twenty down south
Packed up my tools for my raw power move
Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves
For chumps tryin to stop my flow
And what they don't know will show on the autopsy
Went to see papi, to cop me a brick
Asked for some consignment and he wasn't tryin to hear it
Smoking mad newports cause I'm due in court
For an assault, that I caught, in Bridgeport, new york
Catch me if you can like the gingerbread man
You better have your gat in hand, cause man
-Everyday Struggles

With the release of Notorious on January 16Th I've decided that for the next 8 days I will post my favourite Notorious verses. Gone but not Forgotten "Everyday Struggles" is a testament of a hustler going through the motions. Here B.I.G shares a few jewels and shows us a side of the "game" that often is never heard.

The Notorious B.I.G - Everyday Struggle

Day 1 Let's Go!

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