A Luta Continua... Lyrics

Now stuck in the cyber streets they once thought a money making matrix

Removing and fixing faces every day they take risks

Edging closer to face the charges every year they changing spaces

Suffocating, dying slow as the money bands titans on they very souls

Some have taken oaths to be stuck to the gold forgetting Midas rebuked the rights

Some morphed into ghosts to summon more demons that they couldn't hold

Evil is loose they see it every night so they abusing the booze is not an excuse

You won't think it's cap if you walk in their shoes

They have two situations, fuck or get fucked in different positions

OT is orientation, OB is observation

They drinking like fuck the afternoon we waking and hit crack for breakfast

Fight the demons till they start, cash out and repeat they cursed with

An obligatory mentality to be men and provided with less opportunity to end

All under the scrutiny of the society's eyes

The coppers knives still being chased down by karma while fighting the guilt that they survived

And in attempts to be human

Rigging the odds like Katniss Everdeen

It's Hunger Games, eat dog is the only remedy

And when the pepper rests

I ain't ET I'm the goat

I ain't busy, I've been low key, I've been grinding for the fam

I ain't wrote a line since April

Blueflame brought me back amazing

Getting green yeah I've been grazing

Homie got the loot from being a lazy naija

Youth its crazy, how we gotta choose

It's cybercrime or poverty

I get the bag and hit the booth

I bust the shit like Orgasm

Rhythm and some poetry

ET always spit the truth off that green like I'm Banner Bruce

See my brother this life na cruise

I surf the wave and ride the tide

Found a chick that's ride or die

She birth a child, he has a smile

That's the flex of a stand up guy

Niggas pocket watching, I'm calculating

Lik solve for pie, that means I'm doing numbers

Six zeros and double commas

Eye dey red, no blue collar

Getting green like cucumbers

Economy's going under

We tryna stay above water

A poor man has no brother

Love's too costly for pauper

So we hustling with the data

Like fuck a pen and a paper

Don't mistake cake for butter

It still needs a certain degree of heat

A diamond

In the dirt still needs to be clean

Will you survive these slippery streets

Or will you be a little bitch and depend on the system