Hard Times

Hard times, man, they come and go

Growing up in the hood, ain't got nowhere to go

Coming up too slow, just trying to lay low

Another high power soldier from the barrio

In this criminal mind frame my people keep falling

Locked in these chains I can still hear 'em calling

I just want you to know that wherever you go

You'll never be forgotten, I put that on my chrome

The last time that we kicked it I told you this would happen

If we didn't change our lives, now I'm sticking to this rapping

Getting high, blazed out, tripping out over what happened

Gotta get my boy out no matter what happens

It's a trip how loose lips will sink your ship

How your own flesh and blood will just flip the script

Got love for the streets, you know that's a fact

When times get hard the streets turn their back

Doing time in the pen and I miss you, dog

So I tell you stay strong, see you when you get home

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Living life in the city has its side effects

Like murder and drugs, prostitution for sex

A gangsta's paradise, just look around

Up in the alley where the bodies are found

And everybody's got a motherfucking gun

So it only makes sense that I carry me one

Smoking up and blazing up nothing but the kine

Thinking of my homies that have already died

I'm just trying to remember but it hurts

Walking through the cemetery talking to the dirt

And ever since Pac said it I never will forget it

Life goes on, holmes, I'll see you at the crossroads

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Well, if my time has come then I ain't gonna run

I'd rather die on my feet than on my knees like a punk

Ask the Lord for forgiveness and just stare with a grin

Look the devil in his face, see the souls from within

I wasn't born a killer but the world is sick

Gang relations, retaliations, life is a bitch

In the world of madness I was lost at birth

With the troubles I have seen I knew my life was cursed

Had to find an escape so to the streets I turned

But the streets are hot, trying not to get burned

And now my heart turned cold from all the lessons I learned

Feel like giving up but the world still turns

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Well, it's turning, my mind keeps learning

Gangsta mentality, respect I be earning

Putting in work was a daily routine

A day in the life in the big southeast

It was crazy, gang bang on the daily

Pico nuevo gang, haters never could phase me

Fuck 'em, that's just the way it goes

A real motherfucker never trust a ho

But I know something you don't know

In my waistline is the mighty.44

Ready to attack, ready to unload

Laugh as the barrel of my Desert Eagle smokes

Killing enemies was a way to survive

27 Years old and I'm still alive

Rap music basically changed my life

Having money, making music, showing love on the mic

High Power, Book 5, Soldier Ink. on the rise

Chronic in my swisha sweet 'cause I always stay high

Hard times come and go on the new pig side

Where enemies and crooked cops and scandalous bitches lie

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