Story Behind The Song
being really broke one day and scrounging for change to get something to eat
Song Description
it's really about getting through the glass ceiling that barrier that is keeping the lower middle class from the upper class and how sometimes it feels hopeless that it will never change.
Song Length |
3:11 |
Genre |
Rap - Hip Hop, Rap - East Coast |
Tempo |
Slow (71 - 90) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Distressed, Restless |
Subject |
Life, Economics |
Similar Artists |
Jay-Z, Tribe Called Quest |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
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Lyrics
I'm Hungry I haven't ate all day
I'm stuck in a hallway that never ends
with better friends than relatives well most of the time
and I hold life close but I'm closer to dying
because this hallway has no dorrs theres no short cuts
just a whole bunch of roaches and some newport butts
my hearts charbroiled because the past cooked it
and I'm trying walk the strait and narrow but the paths crooked
and the wall are far from broad there reall narrow
its like the steel barrel of a nine milimeter
and my tears filled for liters or gallons
and while I'm looking I see you looking down I see you smilling
I see you grinning but this is just the beginning or so I thought
realitys quick to blow my spot
I see again disapointment trys to be a friend
seem to bend but never break but I can't see the end
chorus
its because I'm in the struggle though I'm in the struggle yo
I gotta muscle hoes I gotta hustle dro
I gotta save money and find bargains
and yeah they hungry but dog I'm starving
I'm in the struggle though I'm in the struggle yo
I gotta muscle hoes I gotta hustle blow
Igotta save money and find bargains
and yeah they hungry but dog I'm starving
and I'm talking to these dead beats thats fed meat
through spread sheets, or bed sheets, or cooking re meat
or working for the red beast who led weak people to the evil
ilegal or legal its all equal
down here around here were quick to settle down
and the hallway always leads you to ghetto town
where the heavy metal sounds but its not rock and roll
where its so hot you need to stop drop and roll
where your so poor your scrapping crumbs off the floor
dead to world with the word bum accross your fore head
so you the one thats tired the one thats uninspired
the one thats under fire and getting by's your one desire
and getting high just makes the path hard to escape
when your lost you try to ask god
please he gave us free will be real
you will never live to see three mil
chorus
and everythings real dark theres no light to gude the way
but I got no right to hideaway
alot of people died today waiting for the feast
they tried to stay but they got aten by the beast
I gotta keep it moving when I sleep i'm losing
gotta stay productive every way's destructive
and it feels like I'm going down but I can't tell
because this hallway has no doors just cold dirty concrete
and I'm beyond weak I'm tired yet my past feelings
didnt care about the hall way and the glass ceiling
I cant take it now ussing my full fledged grammar
to break it down like my owrds are a sledge hammer
I banged on the ceiling the ceiling didn't shatter
I felt that I can break it but my feelings didn't matter
Ihit the wall for years I even came from death and back
and when all the smoke cleared I only left a crack