Teksty:
Open Hand The Struggle

You want it, you want it You need it, you need it You need it, you want it You learn You want it, you want it You need it, you need it You need it, you

You want it, You want it, You need it, You need it, You need it, You want it, You learn. You want it, You want it, You need it, You need it, You need

the broom. What im try'na say is, Im not supersticious. Akon what am I ? ([akon]Im a ghetto soldier) My right hand itchin, been havin money kid. I even opened

bop and shop with Oprah Nigga, what? From my voice I'm killin' 'em I shed my blood About everything I love Am still a eye blacker, open handed, face

laid in a blood puddle Blood bubbled in her chest, cold air brushed against open flesh No room to rest, pain consumed each breath Shot twice wit her hands

A child looks up into my eyes, nothing to say An open hand with scars can hide the pain away What I can give is not enough to help him grow How can I

Now when we in the clubs we party like we own Them whoever thought we couldn't make I time has come to show them Been a struggle all my lie now the doors finally open

's like I struggle with this shit every single day Is anybody out there? It feels like I'm talkin' 2 myself No one seems to know my struggle And everything

And leave this crazy world And have at least a half a million for my baby girl It may be early to be planning this stuff Cause I'm still struggling