| I’m tryin to make it through these hard times
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| I’m tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times)
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| I’m tryin to make it through these hard times
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| I’m tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times)
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| I’m tryin to make it through these hard times
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| I’m tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times)
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| Hard times (hard), hard times (hard)
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| You never know how much you miss a person, until they gone
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| Like to hear it? |
| Hear it go, I’m rehearsing, gotta sing my song
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| I know I’ve done some wrong, but I can’t get right
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| Cause life is like a big fight
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| I’m stickin-and-movin, tryin to get my shit right
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| My family’s been houndin me, friends they done turned against me
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| Kinda like they hearts was on a full tank, but now they empty
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| And they say I’ve changed, but like twins I’m just the same
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| It’s because of my job, mo' money mo' prob in this dirty game
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| This industry FUCKED UP
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| That’s right I said it, and it’s fake as ever
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| Keep real niggas around me, stay Space Age 4 Eva
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| Po-ppa never went and jumped the broom, never got that one degree
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| But if you looked down from heaven, you’d still be proud of me
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| Your son was DUI, but my momma made it by
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| I didn’t shed no tears when you left me
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| But the rest of the family cried
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| Trials and tribulations, ruined my concentration
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| Losin my patience, hard times for goodness sake’n
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| As this Valium slowly starts to kick in
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| Them subconcious, subliminal thoughts, start tickin
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| This whole world around me, diseased, and crumblin
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| Babies doin dope cause daddy did it right in front of them
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| Everybody wanna blame music for they bad kids
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| Sittin up in the court talkin 'bout Eminem made me do what I did
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| My own hard times rolled in like the fog
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| Try to think of others, but I can’t get past my own thoughts
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| My momma, in 1967, pickin cotton
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| While other blacks was gettin liberated, boycottin
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| My old man was a player, ain’t no hidin that
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| He started tootin then he graduated to smokin crack
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| I never saw him, never needed to see that muh’fucker
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| He left me and my mother stuck down here in this fuckin gutter
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| I tattoed it on my arm so I can’t forget it
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| It’s in my mind and my heart so I’m forever with it
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| A drum machine, the old fo'-track, and a pack of new tapes
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| In the middle of, 1988, in a corner cafe
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| We made beats, and hung with old heads, and stayed out late at night
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| Do talent shows, fo'-way split the dough, that was our way of life
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| My momma stayed, home full time so she could raise me
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| Knowin without a, household father, things could get crazy
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| Sometimes I listened, sometimes I thought I knew it all
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| But nevertheless, momma was with me through it all
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| I graduated out of nothin, not out of school, it was like
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| 12, 13, 14 years I’m thinkin cool
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| I might as well, be focusin on me tryin to get paid
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| Usin these rhymes I’ve been writin since in the 7th grade
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| Our team played, and had physical sex with minimum wage
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| It was just like a piece of pussy
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| It fucked me long as I stayed
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| But still I prayed, Lord I’m tryin now please help me out the water
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| It can’t get no harder
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| Help me to get back up and get my shit tomorrow |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hard Times , by - Ludacris. Song from the album Chicken - N - Beer, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп