RapVerse.com Community - Hard Times Feat. Buck.Shot (DEEP)

Title: Hard Times

(Hook)
We sit here tryin to make it threw da hard times,
Poppin off our gunz down to catch gun crimes
Its hard jus tryin to live here will it ever be better,
Jus keep ya head up and try to make da chetter

(Kamikazee)
Shits hard living as a adilesent living in poverty,
My pops wasnt there no man in my life to father me
Hangin out on da corner tryin to make some cash,
Watch people flea, stop there life as my gun blast
Dawg u said u would be by my side at all times,
U gone only thing i got is ur name in my rhymes
Ill prolly catch a case before i turn da age of 18,
Only time i made it out da struggle was in my dream
Stay wit a gun on my waste and ready to die,
Releasing da stress by blazin up and gettin high
I ask when am i gonna make it out da streets,
At night when i cant sleep toss and turn in my sheets
Sometimes i jus wish i could change everthing,
Remember when u said i would be da next rap king
Black or White, it doesn't matter bout ur race,
Talk shit to me ull end up like 50 wit slugz in ya face
Call me a Heart Attack da way my lyrics grab ur heart,
My lifes been shot up stabbed up and ripped apart
Aint nobody in dis world going to stop my shine,
Move dis weight, make money, and stay in da grind
Livin in a cold world u got to show love to get love,
Sellin drugs and poppin my gun, now they label me a thug

(Hook)
We sit here tryin to make it threw da hard times,
Poppin off our gunz down to catch gun crimes
Its hard jus tryin to live here will it ever be better,
Jus keep ya head up and try to make da chetter

(Buck.Shot)
I'm so sick of the pain, i'm so sick of the strife
i'm just so sick in everythin involved in my Life
Grab my glock, hopin it'll see me thru the Grind
Loyalty on the streets, is too hard ta find...
so i say fuck it, buck gon do it by his lonely...
the knife is my Ho, an the Heat is my homey..
tv makes the streets look phoney, but shit its all Real
walk a mile in my shoes an you'll know how it feel
ta be head down, chest in, defyin each Odd
i do what i have ta, i aint ready too meet God
i'm destined ta survive, made it out the Gutter
peice spit so many rounds ya'd think the barrel got a stutter
if i didnt make it, i'd just be another nigga Deceased..
stray bullets, gang wars, it all ends in Rest In Peace...

(Hook)
We sit here tryin to make it threw da hard times,
Poppin off our gunz down to catch gun crimes
Its hard jus tryin to live here will it ever be better,
Jus keep ya head up and try to make da chetter

(LyricalFlowz)
No doubt, we all wanna end it at times
Watchig peeps die, getting caught in the grind
Hard to get by, no loyalty, everything is lies
Kills me to watch my family die in front of my eyes
Heartbroken, and left with nothing to say
I'm helpless, only thing I can do is pray
Tired of people saying "I'll never ever hurt you"
If that's true how come I dont have anybody to turn to
Poverty Kills, especially when you in the street life
I do to much wrong to ever get the chance to be right
It's like everyday of my life is a struggle, and fight
I lay at night, and pray for something bright to come in my life
I just wish the struggle, strife, and pain would no longer exist
But I know deep in my heart I don't have to live like this.....

(Hook)
We sit here tryin to make it threw da hard times,
Poppin off our gunz down to catch gun crimes
Its hard jus tryin to live here will it ever be better,
Jus keep ya head up and try to make da chetter