Lyrics Hard Times - Stomper, Soldier Ink

Hard Times

Hard times
Man they come and go
Growing up in the hood
Ain’t got nowhere to go
I’m coming up too slow
Just trying to lay low
Another Hi Power Soldier
From the varrio
In this criminal mind frame
My people keep falling
Locked in these chains
I could still hear em calling
I just want you to know
That wherever you go
You’ll never be forgotten
I put that in 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 on 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
But when times get hard
The streets turned their back
Doing time in the pen
And I miss you dog
So I tell you stay strong
So you when you get home
Hard times
Man they come and go
Growing up in the hood
Ain’t got nowhere to go
I’m coming up too slow
Just trying to lay low
Another Hi Power Soldier
From the varrio
Living life in the city
Has its side effects
Like murder & 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 muthafucken gun
So it only makes sense
That I carry me one
Smoking up & blazing up
Nothing but the Chron
Thinking of my homies
That have already died
I’m just trying to remember
But it hurts
Walking to the cemetery
Talking to the dirt
And ever since pac said it
I will never will forget it
Life goes on holmes
I’ll see you at the crossroads
Hard times
Man they come and go
Growing up in the hood
Ain’t got nowhere to go
I’m coming up too slow
Just trying to lay low
Another Hi Power Soldier
From the varrio
Will 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 a world of madness
I was lost at birth
With the troubles I’ve seen
I knew my life was cursed
Had to find an escape
So to the streets I turn
But the streets are hot
Trying not to get burned
And now my heart turn cold
From all the lessons I learned
Feel like giving up
But the world still turns
Hard times
Man they come and go
Growing up in the hood
Ain’t got nowhere to go
I’m coming up too slow
Just trying to lay low
Another Hi Power Soldier
From the varrio
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 south east
It was crazy
Gang bang on the daily
Pico Nuevo Gang
And haters never could faze me
Fuck em
That’s just the way it goes
A real muthafucker
Never trusts a hoe
But I know something you don’t know
In my waistline
Is the mighty fo fo
Ready to attack
Ready to unload
Laugh as the barrel
Of my desert eagle smokes
Killing enemies
Was a way to survive
27yrs old and I’m still alive
Rap music basically changed my life
Having money making music
Showing love on the mic
Hi Power Book 5
Soldier ink on the rise
Chronic in my swisher sweet
Cause I always stay high
Hard times come & go
On the New Pick side
Where enemies & crooked cops
And scandalous bitches lie
Hard times
Man they come and go
Growing up in the hood
Ain’t got nowhere to go
I’m coming up too slow
Just trying to lay low
Another Hi Power Soldier
From the varrio