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Songs | Albums | Album Arts
| Song: | I try (Feat mary j blige) |
| Album: | H8me | Genres: | Hip-Hop |
| Year: | 2004 |
Length: | 265 sec |
Lyricist: Talib kweli
Lyrics:
Yeah New Talib Kweli You know what it is C'mon
I try, I try I try, you know I try I try, I try I try (K. West, Kweli), you know I try
Get searched on the plane, Arabic first name Disturbed by the fame just like Kurt Cobain Breath of life, kiss of death, my lips pursed the same You flirt 'til she came Nothin' hurt like the pain and torture Daughters of the dust lookin' for a vein Something to take in vain like the Lord's name Put your hands together, got 'em all sayin'
I try, I try I try, you know I try I try, I try I try, you know I try (Yo)
It's all ghetto in gear higher than falsetto More metal for beef that we don't let the law settle I try to navigate the treacherous waters of America's ghettos that set up to slaughter us But there's more of us (Yeah) Although we speak in different languages We all pretty familiar with what anger is Young and dangerous, trigger stranglers Get up on some gangsta shit Guns to bang ya wit' And we put it on records to entertain ya wit' Our growing pains get way deeper than Mike Seaver's Our uniforms is white sneakers and white T-shirts On top of wife beaters We like to light reefers The 'hood need us, but rappers just ain't the right leaders I put a lot into it This is my product and I gotta move it Stop the industry, but you can't stop the music
An upside down kingdom where life is just not fair (Upside down kingdom) So many sufferin' 'cause deep inside they're scared (So scared) Fear pumped into their veins to keep them from their destiny Where would they be if you and I don't care?
I try I try, you know I try I try, I try I try, you know I try (Yo)
The things I'm seein' on the news is insane A stock broker shoot his kid and throw himself in front the train A mother leave her baby home for two weeks all by himself Two years old, eatin' ketchup and mustard, cryin for help Tryin' to bring your struggle to life The label want a song about a bubbly life I have trouble tryin' to write some shit to bang in the club through the night When people suffer tonight Lord knows I try
I try, I try I try, you know I try I try, I try I try, you know I try
Life is a beautiful struggle People search through the rubble for a suitable hustle Some people usin' the noodle, some people usin' the muscle Some people put it all together, make it fit like a puzzle Come on, say it now Life is a beautiful struggle People search through the rubble for a suitable hustle Some people usin' the noodle, some people usin' the muscle Some people put it all together, yeah
I try I try, you know I try I try, Lord knows I try Every day, I, I— La-la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la-la, la-la Upside down kingdom Oh, they're so scared Every day on the news we can't look around without Something somewhere I try, I try, you know I try I try, I try, I try, you know I try Lord knows, Lord knows we try, try Yeah
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