Hard Times
Hard times, Hard times
Aye
No food, no drinks, no money
Just a bunch of dumb niggas looking funny
Niggas dropping cap pics on the gram
In the crib, they a fool looking bummy
A white man's real depiction of a brother
When they feeling outsmarted, like a dummy
Breaking down the character of men that worked they heart for a living
Putting food inside they daughter's tummy's
Now please don't cry, everything is just fine
Flowing with the water, history is in the tides
Ancestors jumping off the sides, filled with cries
Looking back at textbooks that's filled with bitter lies
Harriet was brave enough to stand up for the rides
Luther had a vision that would soon to be alive
And Kendrick tried to tell us in his raps a million times
Depression of a brother follows up in Panther ties
Hard times in the slums, niggas never had a full meal we was
Picking leftovers with the crumbs
Hard times in the space of the man, Oppression is against the black man
And they do it for the fun
Hard times in the field, niggas getting killed for the money and the fame
All you gotta do is run
There ain't no such thing as a bum
Just a civilized man hit with hard times
Hard times
Power to the people, to the boss
The savior that they taught you had been dying on the cross
The sins of the people that we lost
Was taught to be a benefit, but there was no rejoice
It's crimes every minute, every second
The world is in a state of polaroids
Blacked out pics
Waiting for the light to shine bright over scenes of
Dead peeps and broken toys
No face, no case, no witness, no trace
Breaking all the doors down, the proof is in the crates
Leave it in the past, take the pudding not the cake
'Cause the imagery is better when it's coming from the faith
Coming from the heart
I never knew my life would be this crazy from the start
The same heart I'm giving is the same that's in the charts
But we just in a rollercoaster living in a park
Where the theme is the lightest colors closing in the darks
Hard times in the slums, niggas never had a full meal we was
Picking leftovers with the crumbs
Hard times in the space of the man, Oppression is against the black man
And they do it for the fun
Hard times in the field, niggas getting killed for the money and the fame
All you gotta do is run
There ain't no such thing as a bum
Just a civilized man hit with hard times
Hard times
Aye
No food, no drinks, no money
Just a bunch of dumb niggas looking funny
Niggas dropping cap pics on the gram
In the crib, they a fool looking bummy
A white man's real depiction of a brother
When they feeling outsmarted, like a dummy
Breaking down the character of men that worked they heart for a living
Putting food inside they daughter's tummy's
Now please don't cry, everything is just fine
Flowing with the water, history is in the tides
Ancestors jumping off the sides, filled with cries
Looking back at textbooks that's filled with bitter lies
Harriet was brave enough to stand up for the rides
Luther had a vision that would soon to be alive
And Kendrick tried to tell us in his raps a million times
Depression of a brother follows up in Panther ties
Hard times in the slums, niggas never had a full meal we was
Picking leftovers with the crumbs
Hard times in the space of the man, Oppression is against the black man
And they do it for the fun
Hard times in the field, niggas getting killed for the money and the fame
All you gotta do is run
There ain't no such thing as a bum
Just a civilized man hit with hard times
Hard times
Power to the people, to the boss
The savior that they taught you had been dying on the cross
The sins of the people that we lost
Was taught to be a benefit, but there was no rejoice
It's crimes every minute, every second
The world is in a state of polaroids
Blacked out pics
Waiting for the light to shine bright over scenes of
Dead peeps and broken toys
No face, no case, no witness, no trace
Breaking all the doors down, the proof is in the crates
Leave it in the past, take the pudding not the cake
'Cause the imagery is better when it's coming from the faith
Coming from the heart
I never knew my life would be this crazy from the start
The same heart I'm giving is the same that's in the charts
But we just in a rollercoaster living in a park
Where the theme is the lightest colors closing in the darks
Hard times in the slums, niggas never had a full meal we was
Picking leftovers with the crumbs
Hard times in the space of the man, Oppression is against the black man
And they do it for the fun
Hard times in the field, niggas getting killed for the money and the fame
All you gotta do is run
There ain't no such thing as a bum
Just a civilized man hit with hard times
Hard times
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Writer(s): Augustus Mcghee
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