Battling Life f/ Mak D

(Caliber)
In this life we live; you know there's nothing guaranteed
But mics for me to bust and plus fights for free
It's like the sea; blue and full of mystery
That we still haven't uncovered, it's all just fish to me
It's this disease of ignorance that makes life hard
Because we know nothing; not one thing to like more
About us, without trust, we cannot exist
Look up at the sky and ask "What kind of God is this?"

Chorus:
Mak D:
Time flies but it hurts as hell
And if you don't think like has a purpose
Yell "Isn't anybody gonna try and stop this pain?"
Because everyone's gonna die and drop like rain
It's a sad thing
Battling life can be a bad thing
Families tied by just a damn ring and things never work out
So put your hands up
Live hell together and shout!

(Mak D)
They like to hate lesbians, they fight the gay residents
When there's homo in front of the side that they represent
Murderers, discriminators turning words to innovative
Curses, sure to rid of great men cause some burglars are different races
So they base this information, and judge the whole race
This fake 2-faced discrimination's such an old trait
In a bigot, societies black eye isn't society's black guy
It's society's black eyes that can't try to learn to love
So they turn to thugs and ask why these urban tough black guys are working drugs
But damn, why is it these white kids with unlimited wealth
aren't subjected when detected of drug sniffing when dealt
I don't see a reason to blame these coke dealing thieves in the game
For a whole breed of people, and aim to only deceive them when saying
You're fighting' poverty. Shit, if I was brought up being
Constantly living life in mockery, I'd also be dropping ki's

Chorus:

(Caliber)
The ozone's pulling the sun out of it's place
Like an Israeli Soldier pointing a gun at a kid's face
I run out of this race; break free out of the planet
Out of the static where nurses always shout at the manics
And after everybody marched the streets for world peace
The suicide rate for American soldiers increased
I swear, sometimes I got to fight right through it
But for what? My girl don't even like my music
But I do this for any kid who's had a dream in his life
Oppressed populations out there always screaming for rights
It's like there's no difference between right and wrong
MCs fight, we trying to blow up like a bomb
Strapped to a Palestinian looking for revenge
It's pathetic all these minions looking for a Benz
Say "Hello" to addicts like me, I have to spit this
It's Melodramatic the way I laugh with slit wrists

Chorus

(Mak D)
Procrastinating my death
No laughing, dating, or breath of fresh air
So after breaking a sweat in dexterity
I carefully stopped battling and dropped happily
As long I've got sanity, I'm happy with all handed me
Not glad to be living life sometimes, it's depressing
My angers ready to open like one wide Christmas Present
My decision in this bout of life's to sit and spit about it
Politicians on a mission writing fiction with their mouths
(Caliber)
So suddenly it hit me, if i slit my wrists
I'd go to hell and earn my punishment, bit by bit
How can I live in a home with electric tools
With starving people being killed by elected fools
Damn, you know if I could help, I would
But I'm lazy like you, even though I should, I'm like a teacher
I rap to inform the herds of better people
I'm worth no more than my words