Hard Times
Growing up in hard times
i'm always stuck with a struggle
Every since i can remember
i've been getting in trouble
If it wasn't skipping school
or running from them boys in blue
then i was beating up the dudes
that i sold the dope too
Thats not a lifestyle that i choose to go through.
Trying to make money on the streets
while other hustlers compete
they wanna run us off the block
but theres no way we will retreat
but thats just everyday street life
now pass the peace pipe
So i can just blaze
while i pray for better days
& try to think of clever ways
that i can make the chedder stay
This life is just not right
i'm in debt
& i cant stop smoking on these damn cigarettes
whats happened in the past has got me livin with regrets
but everybody has hard times so try not stress
Lord, i must confess im doing my best to proceed
but the devil will possess
& he's flexing on me
hes got me stuck
stuck between a rock and hard place
so i'm slanging this cocaine
so i can come up like scareface
& it makes my heart ache
that i stay stuck in this dark space
harsh days got me feeling like its time to part ways
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