Struggle

Struggle... You have no idea. You sit there and act like you know me.. You don't know jack shit. You stand up there on your soap box preachin to the choir but all I hear is noise. You've never been in my shoes. You don't know what I've been through. 3 years, 10 places. Beaten. Pushed, Shoved, Hated. Greedy people. Punishment. Feet burned, broken leg. Cigarette lighter shoved in your back I don't think so! Disrespect. Watch your tone boy. The belt. No body understands the lost soul of a young man. So don't sit there and tell me that you know what struggle is all about. You don't know struggle. You've been handed everything. Fought for nothing. pssshhh... You say struggle, I say bull shit. When you fight for something, when you are willing to stand in front of the barrel of the gun and say pull it! Then come talk to me. Cause until then, you will never know what struggle is really about.