The Struggle Is Real

Struggle's real
 So real
 5 a.m. comes early, jacking Folgers in his cup
 He wakes her up and lays her clothes out and packs her lunch
 Got to rush to catch the school bus
 Ponytails and toothbrush
 Sometimes it seems it's too much
 He waves goodbye, then he sighs
 12-hour days and barely getting by
 Her mama working third shift and he hopes she ain't back getting high
 On a slippery slope slowly slip into a pit
 Hanging off her dear life, losing grip but he refused to quit
 I see the look in your eyes and I know how you feel
 Work your fingers to the bone just to cover the bills
 You wanna leave that single white trailer in the hollow for a house up on the hill
 You don't care how they feel
 'Cause the struggle is real
 I know the struggle is real
 She's almost 40 and still dancing on that brass pole
 Customers are disrespectful, manager's an asshole
 Her greater goals overshadow all the sorrows
 5 a.m. will take forever, few more minutes 'til tomorrow
 Not enough dollars in her garter for their house of dreams
 Run into the dressing room, slams the door and starts to scream
 Where she wants to be in life is still a distant image
 At her wit's end, still is infinite, story hasn't ended
 I see the look in your eyes and I know how you feel
 Work your fingers to the bone just to cover the bills
 You wanna leave that single white trailer in the hollow for a house up on the hill
 You don't care how they feel
 'Cause the struggle is real
 I know the struggle is real
 ♪
 He walks outside and throws his tools into his pickup truck
 Looks up and smiles, see her Altima is pulling up
 Her weight is lifted, her door's open, and he knows she's sober
 He grabs the holder, she finds comfort underneath his shoulder
 As they embrace, all of their worries are erased
 Because together they can face all the obstacles in place
 Pulls out of the holler to go make an honest dollar
 Paid dues won't lose, smile through the blues of blue collar
 I see the look in your eyes and I know how you feel
 Work your fingers to the bone just to cover the bills
 You wanna leave that single white trailer in the hollow for a house up on the hill
 You don't care how they feel
 'Cause the struggle is real
 I see the look in your eyes and I know just how you feel
 Work your fingers to the bone just to cover the bills
 You wanna leave that single white trailer in the hollow for a house up on the hill
 You don't care how they feel
 'Cause the struggle is real
 I know the struggle is real
 
 Struggle's real
 So real
 5 a.m. comes early, jacking Folgers in his cup
 He wakes her up and lays her clothes out and packs her lunch
 Got to rush to catch the school bus
 Ponytails and toothbrush
 Sometimes it seems it's too much
 He waves goodbye, then he sighs
 12-hour days and barely getting by
 Her mama working third shift and he hopes she ain't back getting high
 On a slippery slope slowly slip into a pit
 Hanging off her dear life, losing grip but he refused to quit
 I see the look in your eyes and I know how you feel
 Work your fingers to the bone just to cover the bills
 You wanna leave that single white trailer in the hollow for a house up on the hill
 You don't care how they feel
 'Cause the struggle is real
 I know the struggle is real
 She's almost 40 and still dancing on that brass pole
 Customers are disrespectful, manager's an asshole
 Her greater goals overshadow all the sorrows
 5 a.m. will take forever, few more minutes 'til tomorrow
 Not enough dollars in her garter for their house of dreams
 Run into the dressing room, slams the door and starts to scream
 Where she wants to be in life is still a distant image
 At her wit's end, still is infinite, story hasn't ended
 I see the look in your eyes and I know how you feel
 Work your fingers to the bone just to cover the bills
 You wanna leave that single white trailer in the hollow for a house up on the hill
 You don't care how they feel
 'Cause the struggle is real
 I know the struggle is real
 ♪
 He walks outside and throws his tools into his pickup truck
 Looks up and smiles, see her Altima is pulling up
 Her weight is lifted, her door's open, and he knows she's sober
 He grabs the holder, she finds comfort underneath his shoulder
 As they embrace, all of their worries are erased
 Because together they can face all the obstacles in place
 Pulls out of the holler to go make an honest dollar
 Paid dues won't lose, smile through the blues of blue collar
 I see the look in your eyes and I know how you feel
 Work your fingers to the bone just to cover the bills
 You wanna leave that single white trailer in the hollow for a house up on the hill
 You don't care how they feel
 'Cause the struggle is real
 I see the look in your eyes and I know just how you feel
 Work your fingers to the bone just to cover the bills
 You wanna leave that single white trailer in the hollow for a house up on the hill
 You don't care how they feel
 'Cause the struggle is real
 I know the struggle is real