Artist: The Gooneez & The Fratelleez f/ Kendrick Lamar Album: #Anonymous Song: Too Strong Typed by: newos_crib_is@hotmail.com [Chorus] I done been through things in my life Feels like too much I could have broke down and lost my mind But I'm too strong [Andre Abella] I remember being young growing up, we didn't have much Going to school with no money, eating bagged lunch Speaking of food inside my cupboards, it was sad but knowing inside my mother never would abandon us, and a sob was like the only thing I ever made Really inside I'm trying hard not to cuss and scream Wasn't a dream, I was surrounded by a couple fiends Imagine the team stuck in the middle of amphetamines Tryna survive the cliche, yeah by any means Using the wit to get some milk and the rice and beans Using the money that wasn't green, it was bag-brown EBT, it was in me but I was damn proud People was looking down like I was on the first floor Like I'm looking for charity, I ain't begging, I'm just poor Plenty and many times I can break and just lose my mind But I'm strong and I carry on, I will never let it define me [Chorus: 2X] [Frank Clark] Life's been hard, I'm working the garden, more like a fight in the dark and need to eat but we starving and the lights would go off I tried to keep it a secret, these things are eating at me No being Leave It to Beaver, you see it's Tweedlee Dee Eager to breathe, the heart is beating too fast and hard to think what I'm seeing when pops is beating my ass Though it made me a man on both feet, I'm an ox Staying true to the plan to always do what I love Could have gave up and ran, it would be never enough and being less of a man, but damn we right on the cusp Life in the gutter feels like a knife in the gut and living righteous and brighter, so know we rising above To judge a book by its cover would your biggest mistake I realize like no other, I do believe in my fate Bad dreams, best believe they gon' fade and better days are coming my way [Chorus: 2X] [Kendrick Lamar] Good kid, mad city, thirty niggas, thirty semi's Plenty blunts, plenty Remy out the bottle till it's empty Full throttle, fast life, Dale Earnhardt sent me Hope I don't crash when I speed past, God forgive me I can see my tribulations getting worse Conversations with my past demons, can I soul search? Hoping I can find something so defiant I can put a rose on it Smelling death around the corner, don't you put your nose on it Wake up on cold mornings thinking bout my life in general Career criminal, picture that like a centrefold Only the best of sinners know how it hurts when you looking to be a saint but the way that you think is pitiful Times is harder, where's your father? You never had one, he never did bother and so your passion is a permanent author telling stories from the streets, don't let it shorten your sleep Be strong [Chorus: 2X] *guitar solo* [Chorus]