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