Southtown

Welcome to hard times, back again like it's never been For the first time, it seems to mess with my head So 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 here is real life, circumstances make you think Should I be counting my blessings the next second my eyes blink? Here in the Southtown, hey, you know that kid don't play Put it down in 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 Here in the Southtown, hey, you know that kid don't play Put it down in 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 One love (one love), it's easier said than done Can I rise above (rise above) everything that's in my way? Like words you say (words you say), you let your tongue get loose And when push comes to shove, I'm not used to walking away I keep on looking up (looking up) 'cause these times are getting tough Tomorrow's gone, and it's the same old song (same old song) Father, fill my cup, give me strength to power up (power up) A life to shine, you're the diamond in this rough Here in the Southtown, hey, you know that kid don't play Put it down in 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 Here in the Southtown, hey, you know that kid don't play Put it down in 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 Don't wanna throw up my fist, ain't gots to be like this Don't wanna throw up my fist, I must resist Don't wanna throw up my fist, ain't gots to be like this Don't wanna throw up my fist, I must resist Don't wanna throw up my fist, ain't gots to be like this Don't wanna throw up my fist, I must resist Don't wanna throw up my fist, ain't gots to be like this Don't wanna throw up my fist, I must resist It ain't gots to be (like this) It ain't gots to be (like this) It ain't gots to be (like this) It ain't gots to be (like this) Like this, ain't gots to be like this (like this) Like this, ain't gots to be like this (like this) Like this, ain't gots to be like this (like this) Like this, ain't gots to be like this (here in the Southtown, like this) Like this Here in the Southtown, hey, you know that kid don't play Put it down in 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 Here in the Southtown, you know that kid don't play Put it down in 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 Here in the Southtown