God-Des - Struggle lyrics

So many years, they're uncountable Women haven't been able to reach their full potential Being kept by child bearing and domestic duties Witches and b**hes sewing stitches and bu*tons Always doing something Without women we'd have nothing Sexual responsibilities I can't believe we have our sanity The most profitable opportunities have Always been in the business of selling our pussies Now we can both keep loose in the rope But we can't go to far or we choke Domestic abuse and rape are more common Than p**no tapes The religious faith still puts us in our place And the media creates an unhealthy Anorexic society They're not fooling me I know where they want me to be This one thing I can see, yeah This one thing I can see Struggle Black, brown, straight, gay or white We all struggle in this thing we call life Even though we don't agree, we shouldn't fight Its hard enough to stand up to the daily right "But what about me" A black man in slavery Bloody skies clack clack I wanna see but I can't see Ripped from my country and family Couldn't speak my language Diseases contagious, chained and beat Worked in 100 degree heat No peace Auction blocks An industry supported by cops Getting knocked off quicker than cotton This box Political talks leading to our freedom But how free can we be in segregated schools Treated like fools Mississippi burnings, lynchings, and hangings KKKs raging wars On Martin and Malcolm fighting harder than Muhammad Ali Situation really f**ing sh**ty Now we in 0-3 with no political power Staring at the projects towers No pretty flowers Just bloody showers Uh, so don't you dare call me a coward Struggle Black, brown, straight, gay or white We all struggle in this thing we call life Even though we don't agree, we shouldn't fight Its hard enough to stand up to the daily right But what about the gays enslaved in the Holocaust days Pink and black triangles paved the way They tagged us as f*ggots Treated us like maggots Swept us away with the rest of the a** Where's my history cla**? Trapped in closets If we came out, hated by society Minorities, even by our own families Damn it's crazy That a few of the brave threw stones to show their rage In this new age Americans say "f*ggot" and "dyke" as often as they say like Oh my god, did you see that dog Matthew Shepard, Teena Brandon, many others dead If we not dead, we f**ed in the head My bed has become The most popular political forum Cliques of old Durham Creates ideas of gender I'm offender People say we can pa** But its that same concept that keeps us oppressed It's a test every day Not to be a mess I'm trying to do my best But its really f**ing hard to be gay That's all I got to say But we all struggle in our own way So Struggle Black, brown, straight, gay or white We all struggle in this thing we call life Even though we don't agree, we shouldn't fight Its hard enough to stand up to the daily right