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This is a middle village metropolitan avenue bound J local train via the M line The next stop is Forest Avenue Stand clear of the closing doors, please As the autumn leaves fall through the summer breeze I see my winters in a spring of clouds wandering I'm on the train to work, investing in some currency cause Nothing else matters The struggle never ends I look around in the cart that I'm sitting in A dope boy, a prostitute and a homeless man It's funny how I see myself in every one of them Nothing else matters The struggle never ends The homeless man walked around asking for some change I wish I had, I'm financially in an awkward place And that's ironic cause my shoes are Jordan Nike made, but Nothing else matters The struggle never ends He took a seat, no donations or conversations Still wore a smile, and I admired his optimism I felt like I seen God and didn't stop to greet him Nothing else had mattered The struggle never ends Hello It's against the rules and very dangerous To ride or walk between train cars Unless it's an emergency or if you're directed to By a Police Officer or MTA crew member Have a safe day, thank you for riding with us The struggle never ends Hello everyone The New York City Police Department Would like to remind you to keep your belongings in sight And stay aware of your surroundings If you see something suspicious in the station Sometimes I wonder When does the struggle end We try to meet ends But our means can never end I always wanted a simple life but the way I rolled my dice I got blinded by city lights, and clothing lines Spending my last on the things I never needed Hoping to cover up my insecurities that's bleeding out my energy You feel it when you talk to me I'd prolly do better if I had financial literacy It's not a mistake That as soon we get money we spend Nobody taught us how to save And after them bills is paid? And Uncle Sam taking them chunks outta my salary wage? Wait, how the fuck I'm supposed to turn this page? Living check to check Paying credits cards with credit cards, debt to debt Niggas is out here retired with bills up their necks No hope for their tomorrows And the cycle continues That's why we pray and we prey for a stream of revenue Ain't it funny what we do with these ends? What we do for these ends? To impress some friends Why buy a house or invest when I can go push a Benz? And later on, reminisce back when I was the man This is a metropolitan avenue bound G train Via the Myrtle avenue line The next stop is Forest Avenue Stand clear of the closing doors