Never cried about the struggle I adapted, in my mind I go back to it I’m relapsing. I cash out for all the times that we ain’t have it, got more guns than problems so I don’t panic. Man I come straight out the jungle, having nothing make me humble.
11/2/2018 · Jungle Lyrics: Never cried about the struggle, I adapted (I adapted) / In my mind, I go back to it, I’m relapsin’ (Retrospective) / I cash out for all the times that we ain’t have it (We ain’t, 11/1/2018 · Never cried about the struggle I adapted , In my mind I go back to it I’m relapsing I cash out for all the times that we ain’t have it, got more guns than problems so I don’t panic Man I come straight out the jungle, having nothing make me humble If a nigga try to rob you would you give it up or die for it, Never cried about the struggle, I adapted (I adapted ) In my mind, I go back to it, I’m relapsin’ (Retrospective) I cash out for all the times that. The Ghost You Are. Park. No Signal. Park. 2001. Scream Bury a whisper inside your room Caught in a spin towards you When things could be different If your hands adapted me For some southern reason.
The English poet Elizabeth Barrett Browning captured this inability to cry In her 1844 poem “Grief,” She likened grief to: “. . . a silence like death— Most like a monumental statue set, The Struggle . Close … ive never cried this much to the point that my eyes are swollen. i didnt even notice this morning, it was my mom who pointed it out, but atleast i …
