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Being Human's Hard

He try leading with his heart
Without bleeding from his heart
Bacardi dark and blunts sparked meetings in the park
Jacques Cousteau, below city level, fleein' from sharks
Pushers playin' while police man up with snitchers and narcs
Could cheddar be so vital a piece of my soul’s survival
To the point to even go look for peace you load your rifle?
Past mistakes, court dates, brand you for life
Force hand makes the crackheads scramble for pipes
Fast grands, take your high stakes, gamble for ice
Look at the surface of the game, dang, that’ll be nice
Figured the purpose of the game, man, that’ll be life
Or get two circles on the chain, wrists gotta be tight
Either your head on the cruiser or the lead from the Luger
Mighta made ya some dough but ain’t no bread in your future
Kinda movin' too slow, ya better spread 'fore they shoot ya
Hospital bed, can’t use your legs like ya use to
«—being human’s hard—»
«—being human’s hard—on the boulevard»
«—being human’s hard—»
«—being human’s hard—on the boulevard»
Come a little closer into the life of a smoker
Where paranoia is the price to be sober, over my shoulder
Seems to be the land of the lost and the home of the slaves
Where soldiers carry toasters in holsters, supposed to be brave
But underneath the surface they purpose is lost in they ways
They walk in a daze, the only time they spark when they blaze
They off in a maze, the high life you’ve lost to get paid
The low life is when you’re tossed in that cage, or in that grave
So I stay with an open mind, my mind’s open
When I’m totin' 9s on the grind hopin' over time
I can climb to the top of the cliff
'Cause right now I’m standin' at the edge stiff, I’m hopin' that I don’t slip
One slight, false move and my life in this tight grip
The lose all strength in the time and be priceless
Though my right fist is stuck in the air to show power
My left hand’s holdin' them grams of snow powder
«—being human’s hard—»
«—being human’s hard—on the boulevard»
«—being human’s hard—»
«—being human’s hard—on the boulevard»
I see dice games, I’m side bettin', makin' a killin', man
Homies fuckin' niggas swiping rings and chains
Money lost now, a body picked up off ground
That child saw it, deafened by pain it was an assault sound
Bangs they all round, bangs on her hair
Yessir, her right there, she livin' the nightmare
In the couch room bounce a tip with curtains closed
Supposed to dance but off the deck some piles a sniff she workin' poles
Slice of onion make her cry
'Cause of lack of funding standards are lowered like dungeons only to survive
For many life ain’t half over at the end of its rope
Like they just smoked bad dope blended with soap paint
But were getting paid however we can
It’s hard in Lexington, and I’m feelin' less than a man
Leaders misleadin' and weavin' rivals for fraud
Plague like weed caught a swing from Moses' rod
«—being human’s hard—»
«—being human’s hard—on the boulevard»
«—being human’s hard—»
«—being human’s hard—on the boulevard»