| Welcome to hard times
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| Back again like it’s never been, for the first time
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| It seems to mess with my head
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| So when I realize what it takes, can I relate?
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| With whatever, but never will it drive me to hate
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| Could I be the next guy
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| That you take before I wake?
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| Now I lay me down to sleep, eyes tight when I pray
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| This here is real life
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| Circumstances make you think
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| Should i be counting my blessings
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| The next second my eyes blink
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| You’re in the southtown, you know that kid don’t play
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| Put it down on the streets, will I see another day?
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| If I make it back this time, gots to hold what is mine
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| And thank god that I made it alive
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| You’re in the southtown, you know that kid don’t play
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| Put it down on the streets, will I see another day?
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| If I make it back this time, gots to hold what is mine
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| And thank god that I made it alive
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| One love it’s easier said than done
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| Can I rise above anything that gets in my way?
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| Like words you say, you let your tongue get loose
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| And when push comes to shove, I’m not used to walking away
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| I keep on looking up, cause these times are getting tough
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| Tomorrow’s gone and its the same old song
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| Father fill my cup, give me strength to power up
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| A life to shine, you’re the diamond in this rough
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| You’re in the southtown, you know that kid don’t play
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| Put it down on the streets, will I see another day?
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| If I make it back this time, gots to hold what is mine
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| And thank god that I made it alive
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| You’re in the southtown, you know that kid don’t play
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| Put it down on the streets, will I see another day?
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| If I make it back this time, gots to hold what is mine
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| And thank god that I made it alive
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| Make us pay, make us pay
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| Make us pay, make us pay
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| Welcome to southtown, you know that kid don’t play
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| Put it down on the streets, will I see another day?
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| If I make it back this time, gots to hold what is mine
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| And thank god that I made it alive
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| You’re in the southtown, you know that kid don’t play
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| Put it down on the streets, will I see another day?
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| If I make it back this time, gots to hold what is mine
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| And thank god that I made it alive
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| You’re in the southtown |