Lyrics Lord Knows I Try (feat. Olivia Swearington) - Yorel

Life is a struggle, ain't nothing easy about it
Everything good you got to work hard for
Everything thats worthless comes easy
Talk to them. Let them know

Mike was the illest on the ball court. Smoked New Port Shorts
Had a promising career till D's kicked in his door
He was moving that raw and the judge shipped him up north
3-9 For a couple pies, tryin to live large
Look pah, he's a man that had a plan to feed his first born
Scholarships and the college grants was all gone
Wasn't Gods plan but Satan had a plan for him
He mopped the mess hall floors before he studied law
Things they locked him for possibly could get off
Thus he studied law books until the break dawn
Fantasizing one last chance at basketball
He quit the cigarettes and took it serious sure
Got his case overturned now he's out the door
Greeted by his loved ones he kissed his baby moms
Just a small time served they thought he snitched on them
5 Stacks on his head they put a hit on him
He's doin slam dunks and he finally got back to ballen'
Thats when we heard the gun shots and seen his body fallen
Took all the trophies he won, left them inside his coffin
Put my ear to his mouth and swore I heard him calling

Lord know I tried, yeah I tried, yeah I tried I tried
But I get tired, yeah I'm tired, yeah I tried it
Just when I'm moving forward, somehow I get held back
I asked myself why? Why? Why? But Lord knows I tried

Some trade they lives to be a merchant and never fulfill their purpose
Tryin to get that pension but failing to learn a lesson
It's the reason why I can't exchange my life for dead presidents
Seen too many die Tryin to shine and be on record
Mike was just that type so I put mike on this record
Rest in peace, his destiny exceeded expectations
He was born to be a light in fact he could've lead a nation
Instead crack and basketball entertained his neighbors
Many lives are similar, ignorance is blatant
A good job and a big house ain't a sign you made it
I see it all and write down as I'm tryin to make it
The difference in my case is that I contacted my maker
Jehovah showed me Satan and his plan to fill my grave in
My soul is in a banquette and it's me against the plaintiff
Walking through this battlefield with clear and present danger
I share the war report like Capone and Noriega

Lord know I tried, yeah I tried, yeah I tried I tried
But I get tired, yeah I'm tired, yeah I tried it
Just when I'm moving forward, somehow I get held back
I asked myself why? Why? Why? But Lord knows I tried