Rock and a Hard Place

Hell yeah...<br>It`s an everyday struggle<br>Tryin` to get out, tryin` to get out, tryin` to make it<br>Check this out nigga, what<br><br>[Hook]<br>I`m stuck in between a rock and a hard place<br>Bad luck is what results from my paper chase<br>I keep lookin` but it ain`t no doors<br>So I don`t wanna look no mo`, what<br>I`m stuck in between a rock and a hard place<br>Bad luck is what results from my paper chase<br>I keep lookin` but it ain`t no doors<br>So I don`t wanna look no mo`, what<br><br>[Verse 1]<br>I need to get away to another day or place and time<br>And find where reality can ease my mind<br>And shine on me like the sun to the Earth<br>For what it`s worth, my turf is rough and rugged so I gave birth<br>To a dream where cream lies between<br>All the dirt and the gravel so I battle to achieve my green<br>And still try to move forward at a steady pace<br>Cause bad luck is interferin` with my paper chase<br>So I erase the crime lies and sad cries<br>With sore eyes and keep mine`s on an uprise<br>But it don`t work cause I`m steady gettin` jerked<br>By my neighborhood, up to no good, where bad niggas lurk<br>They urk me, leavin` effects that`s too negative<br>So Ludacris is lookin` for a better place to live<br>And I can`t stand it, it`s really got me buggin`<br>It`s like I`m in a war and I just keep on tuggin`<br>Cause I`m<br><br>[Hook]<br><br>[Verse 2]<br>I try to find a way outta this maze, it`s got me crazed<br>I`m in a daze, so many ways to boost into a different phase<br>But I can`t thank, I can`t do nothin`, you think I`m frontin`<br>You hear me gruntin` Lord, you ain`t even sayin` nothin`<br>I need some currency before there`s an emergency<br>Forget crimes, I won`t let my mind get the best of me<br>It`s not gon` happen, I`m trapped in two worlds<br>On one side I see diamonds, on the other I see pearls<br>It`s a whirlwind disaster with two damn sides<br>So I`m gone with the wind then come right back with the tide<br>I keep my eyes on the skies and my head in the clouds<br>And when my mouth is shut up, it makes my thoughts get loud<br>Just like a crowd in a stadium, bills I be cravin` em`<br>Money makin` schemes locked up in my cranium<br>Cause I need outta this critical situation<br>My mind`s in jail, I don`t know the time that it`s facin`<br>Cause I`m<br><br>[Hook]<br><br>[Verse 3]<br>I`m sick of knockin`, I`m sick of clockin`<br>I`m sick of droppin` in a hole, never reachin` my goal<br>It`s got my soul separated into pieces, it just increases<br>I`m hit with anger like a cook is hit with hot greases<br>So if you understood my attitude<br>Maybe you`d feel what I`m feelin`<br>And it`d start appealin`<br>To ya intellect and aspect of dreams and aspirations<br>Deaf by temptations, even got my hart pacin`<br>So I`m tracin` a line where I can find a better path<br>And make it last, sit back and laugh before the aftermath<br>The tragic flaw is what makes it raw<br>So let it thaw and I`ll get through it even if I have to crawl<br>My way, I see the sun and there`s no delay<br>I`ma pray, cause the Lord`ll make a brighter day<br>Or will he keep me in this holding cell<br>But enough with the questions, the only story to tell is that I`m<br><br>[Hook]