Hard Times
If you even think this will crush my spirits
Think again
Down for the count and I'm not surprised
But I'm plenty pissed off this backlash of things I never did
These busted knuckles healed long ago
But my fist is still in the air
Through every storm and every trial
And I welcome it with open arms
So let the rains come
Cuz they clean the streets
Bring on the hard times
It keeps me focused
Think again
Down for the count and I'm not surprised
But I'm plenty pissed off this backlash of things I never did
These busted knuckles healed long ago
But my fist is still in the air
Through every storm and every trial
And I welcome it with open arms
So let the rains come
Cuz they clean the streets
Bring on the hard times
It keeps me focused
Credits
Writer(s): Jason Freeman
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