Murs, Uncle Chucc, Sick Jacken - The Problem Is... lyrics

The problem is at the end of the day
No good things come my way
Feelin' some kind of way
I'll hustle every day
Can you tell me what the problem is?
What the problem is what the problem is
Wanna know what the problem is
Can you tell me what the problem is?

The problem is we all out for self
In a world that's consumed
By greed and wealth it's a dog-eat dog and
We cannibals for capital
The will to survive in an animal is natural
But the desire to rule
In the pursuit of pure power is
The path of the fool
We chase crown till we laying face down
Our worldly possessions keep weighing us down
It rain clouds, I move like a quiet storm
No shroud, stand proud, why should I conform?
Beyond the norm I exceed the hype
Beyond all the bullshit and the stereotypes
Throw this in your stereo, this is my life
When a day's so dark you
Would swear it was night
9th came with the beat to
Help me carry the light
So you can stand your
Ground whatever the fight
You work for yours like I work for mine
On some P rod shit, got a perfect grind
What's next from the west like
I'm first in line
From the coast that's known for
The surf and shine
Write rhymes like I'm trying to
Save the Earth in time
Before my girl get big and give birth to mine
I encourage you to live, put the worst behind
Never worry about the past
It ain't worth your time

The problem is at the end of the day
No good things come our way
We need some kind of way
I'll hustle every day
Can you tell me what the problem is?
What the problem is what the problem is
Wanna know what the problem is
Can you tell me what the problem is?

Yeah, Sick Jacken, Psycho Realm baby
Let me start with what I know and
Let me put it in this flow
We got all the goods we need
But got no money to grow
Hood got all the coke and weed
But got no profit to show
Junkies got a tin of speed but
Their brain is moving slow
Education at an all-time low
Still catch an all-time high
Off the kush, Dr greenthumb grow
I ain't preaching
I'm just giving you a real twenty four
It's a cold world these
Streets don't feel anymore
There's no way of tellin'
What turn rebelling streets to
Three time felons the people's government
The big time villains
Rob us blind, steal it, just the way it is
Take you for a gang of loot
But twenty dollars got you high and slankin'
Now tell me why's that
They blame the lies in rap
But what about the media
Bullshit? They disguising that
How we got access to ammo and any size of gat
But we can't get a decent school
For us to knowledge at
It's called applied malice
They know they turn us into crime addicts
On the block chasing superficial status
Now do the mathematics
How many of us die in war
On the street or for oil
Who's keeping score?
The same cops you pay to protect and serve us
And the country turns it's back even though
You fought for it in service
When it comes to my life
It's never one problem
You never know about it till you
Walk the shoes that I'm in

The problem is at the end of the day
No good things come my way
Feelin' some kind of way
I'll hustle every day
Can you tell me what the problem is?
What the problem is what the problem is
Wanna know what the problem is
Can you tell me what the problem is?