struggle

You don't know the struggle until the cops come
and rip down your door trash your house
you dont know struggle until you living in a home with no water or lights
every night your scared from that little knock thinking its the cops
you dont have no food most nights
Moms got locked up for putting up a fight
sleeping on the floor your mother up most nights crying
wondering how she gone feed us
no clean clothes
you dont know struggle
your own mother had to send you off because we had no place to stay
you dont know struggle
you dont know struggle

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