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[Chorus: Carl Thomas]<br>I´m tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times)<br>I´m tryin to make it through these hard times<br>I´m tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times)<br>I´m tryin to make it through these hard times<br>I´m tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times)<br>I´m tryin to make it through these hard times<br>I´m tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times)<br>Hard times (hard), hard times (hard)<br><br>[Verse One: Ludacris]<br>You never know how much you miss a person, until they gone<br>Like to hear it? Hear it go, I´m rehearsing, gotta sing my song<br>I know I´ve done some wrong, but I can´t get right<br>Cause life is like a big fight<br>I´m stickin-and-movin, tryin to get my shit right<br>My family´s been houndin me, friends they done turned against me<br>Kinda like they hearts was on a full tank, but now they empty<br>And they say I´ve changed, but like twins I´m just the same<br>It´s because of my job, mo´ money mo´ prob in this dirty game<br>This industry FUCKED UP<br>That´s right I said it, and it´s fake as ever<br>Keep real niggaz around me, stay "Space Age 4 Eva"<br>Po-ppa never went and jumped the broom, never got that one degree<br>But if you looked down from heaven, you´d still be proud of me<br>Your son was DUI, but my momma made it by<br>I didn´t shed no tears when you left me<br>but the rest of the family cried<br>Trials and tribulations, ruined my concentration<br>Losin my patience, hard times for goodness sake´n<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Verse Two: Eightball]<br>As this Valium slowly starts to kick in<br>Them subconcious, subliminal thoughts, start tickin<br>This whole world around me, diseased, and crumblin<br>Babies doin dope cause daddy did it right in front of them<br>Everybody wanna blame music for they bad kids<br>Sittin up in the court talkin ´bout Eminem made me do what I did<br>My own hard times rolled in like the fog<br>Try to think of others, but I can´t get past my own thoughts<br>My momma, in 1967, pickin cotton<br>While other blacks was gettin liberated, boycottin<br>My old man was a player, ain´t no hidin that<br>He started tootin then he graduated to smokin crack<br>I never saw him, never needed to see that muh´fucker<br>He left me and my mother stuck down here in this fuckin gutter<br>I tattoed it on my arm so I can´t forget it<br>It´s in my mind and my heart so I´m forever with it<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Verse Three: MJG]<br>A drum machine, the old fo´-track, and a pack of new tapes<br>In the middle of, 1988, in a corner cafe<br>We made beats, and hung with old heads, and stayed out late at night<br>Do talent shows, fo´-way split the dough, that was our way of life<br>My momma stayed, home full time so she could raise me<br>Knowin without a, household father, things could get crazy<br>Sometimes I listened, sometimes I thought I knew it all<br>But nevertheless, momma was with me through it all<br>I graduated out of nothin, not out of school, it was like<br>12, 13, 14 years I´m thinkin cool<br>I might as well, be focusin on me tryin to get paid<br>Usin these rhymes I´ve been writin since in the 7th grade<br>Our team played, and had physical sex with minimum wage<br>It was just like a piece of pussy<br>It fucked me long as I stayed<br>But still I prayed, Lord I´m tryin now please help me out the water<br>It can´t get no harder<br>Help me to get back up and get my shit tomorrow<br><br>[Chorus - 2X]
New song lyrics
[Chorus: Carl Thomas]<br>I´m tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times)<br>I´m tryin to make it through these hard times<br>I´m tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times)<br>I´m tryin to make it through these hard times<br>I´m tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times)<br>I´m tryin to make it through these hard times<br>I´m tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times)<br>Hard times (hard), hard times (hard)<br><br>[Verse One: Ludacris]<br>You never know how much you miss a person, until they gone<br>Like to hear it? Hear it go, I´m rehearsing, gotta sing my song<br>I know I´ve done some wrong, but I can´t get right<br>Cause life is like a big fight<br>I´m stickin-and-movin, tryin to get my shit right<br>My family´s been houndin me, friends they done turned against me<br>Kinda like they hearts was on a full tank, but now they empty<br>And they say I´ve changed, but like twins I´m just the same<br>It´s because of my job, mo´ money mo´ prob in this dirty game<br>This industry FUCKED UP<br>That´s right I said it, and it´s fake as ever<br>Keep real niggaz around me, stay "Space Age 4 Eva"<br>Po-ppa never went and jumped the broom, never got that one degree<br>But if you looked down from heaven, you´d still be proud of me<br>Your son was DUI, but my momma made it by<br>I didn´t shed no tears when you left me<br>but the rest of the family cried<br>Trials and tribulations, ruined my concentration<br>Losin my patience, hard times for goodness sake´n<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Verse Two: Eightball]<br>As this Valium slowly starts to kick in<br>Them subconcious, subliminal thoughts, start tickin<br>This whole world around me, diseased, and crumblin<br>Babies doin dope cause daddy did it right in front of them<br>Everybody wanna blame music for they bad kids<br>Sittin up in the court talkin ´bout Eminem made me do what I did<br>My own hard times rolled in like the fog<br>Try to think of others, but I can´t get past my own thoughts<br>My momma, in 1967, pickin cotton<br>While other blacks was gettin liberated, boycottin<br>My old man was a player, ain´t no hidin that<br>He started tootin then he graduated to smokin crack<br>I never saw him, never needed to see that muh´fucker<br>He left me and my mother stuck down here in this fuckin gutter<br>I tattoed it on my arm so I can´t forget it<br>It´s in my mind and my heart so I´m forever with it<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Verse Three: MJG]<br>A drum machine, the old fo´-track, and a pack of new tapes<br>In the middle of, 1988, in a corner cafe<br>We made beats, and hung with old heads, and stayed out late at night<br>Do talent shows, fo´-way split the dough, that was our way of life<br>My momma stayed, home full time so she could raise me<br>Knowin without a, household father, things could get crazy<br>Sometimes I listened, sometimes I thought I knew it all<br>But nevertheless, momma was with me through it all<br>I graduated out of nothin, not out of school, it was like<br>12, 13, 14 years I´m thinkin cool<br>I might as well, be focusin on me tryin to get paid<br>Usin these rhymes I´ve been writin since in the 7th grade<br>Our team played, and had physical sex with minimum wage<br>It was just like a piece of pussy<br>It fucked me long as I stayed<br>But still I prayed, Lord I´m tryin now please help me out the water<br>It can´t get no harder<br>Help me to get back up and get my shit tomorrow<br><br>[Chorus - 2X]
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