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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