Welcome to hard times, back again like its never been

For the first time it seem to mess with my head

When I realize what it takes, can I relate

With whatever, but never will it drive me to hate

Could be the next guy that you take before I wake

Now I lay me down to sleep, eyes tight when I pray

This her is real life, circumstances make you think

Should I be counting my blessings, the next second my eyes blink

Here in the Southtown you know that kid don't play

Put it down it the streets, will I see another day

If I make it back this time, gots to hold what is mine

And thank God that I made it alive



It ain't got to be like this



Don't wanna throw up my fist, Don't wanna be like this

Don't wanna throw up my fist, I must resist



It ain't gots to be like this