When a struggler dies they dont go to heaven or hell. They go to Strug Mansion. It's a place for failures of all types, or anyone who is unable to complete simple and often menial tasks.
A place to spend my quiet nights, Time to unwind,
so much pressure in this life of mine, I cry at times,
I once contemplated suicide and woulda tried
But when I held that nine all I could see was my mama's eyes
No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble
Not knowing it's hard to carry on when no one loves you
Picture me inside the misery and poverty
No man alive has ever witnessed struggles I survived
Praying hard for better days, Promised to hold on
Me and my dogs don't have a choice but to strug on
We finally found a spot to fail
Where we could drink liquor and no one makes bail
A spot where we could strug in peace
And even though we aint Gs,
And in my minds eye, I see this place the failures go and pass shit
Got a spot for all strugs, So we can go and hug
At Strug Mansion
so much pressure in this life of mine, I cry at times,
I once contemplated suicide and woulda tried
But when I held that nine all I could see was my mama's eyes
No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble
Not knowing it's hard to carry on when no one loves you
Picture me inside the misery and poverty
No man alive has ever witnessed struggles I survived
Praying hard for better days, Promised to hold on
Me and my dogs don't have a choice but to strug on
We finally found a spot to fail
Where we could drink liquor and no one makes bail
A spot where we could strug in peace
And even though we aint Gs,
And in my minds eye, I see this place the failures go and pass shit
Got a spot for all strugs, So we can go and hug
At Strug Mansion
by Strughater January 31, 2009