The Struggle Ft. JCUZ

Why do I live my life this way?
I feel I'm cursed from the cradle to the grave.
I walk this path and sometimes I stray,
But I won't let the struggle cloud my day.

(JCUZ)

So many questions, yet no suggestions.
Thankful for my blessing, but life is still stressing me out.
And compressing my lungs, yo I can't breathe.
Can't sleep, can't eat. Caught in a stampede of thoughts.
So just hand me the gun that I bought. So distraught.
Jaded or not, its like I forgot who I am feeling lost.
Hearts been tossed out the window at high speeds.
It's unlikely that you'll find me, not gripping my gun tightly.
Slipping nightly. Everyday I try to fight me. Shit I just might be
as crazy as they say. We just waste these days me,
I just wan't to stay me, a free spirit.
Until the day I'm disappearing I am never fearing death.
Now I'm contemplating the life I wan't to leave instead.
Old school crip, but when I cut myself I'm bleeding red.
Smoking weed in bed and bleeding out until I'm free and dead.

Why do I live my life this way?
I feel I'm cursed from the cradle to the grave.
I walk this path and sometimes I stray,
But I won't let the struggle cloud my day.

I constantly need something to breathe,
something for me to be at ease and feel completely relaxed at peace.
I should be down on my knees praying for release,
but I keep fucking around and playing with the beast.
Okay, at least I find the time of day to rhyme and float away.
A dime bag to motivate, lorazapam to hold my weight.
A fucking panicked ape, strangled in a manic state,
mangled in a fit of rage trying to break out of my cage.
But, I just turn the page and hope this chapters good okay.
But, this must be the way an addict just looks at his fucking day.
But I don't hate myself, this is the jaded fate I'm dealt.
I chose this life myself and it's something that I hold in doubt.
And no doubt, I probably got to wake up and shape up
my life into something that's more than a crutch.
And as such, I think I'll turn around and look back at my track record.
A new jack in a straight jacket trying to smack hecklers...

Why do I live my life this way?
I feel I'm cursed from the cradle to the grave.
I walk this path and sometimes I stray,
But I won't let the struggle cloud my day.