Jay Life, Joe Budden, Nino Bless - Times Are Hard lyrics
[Jay Life, Joe Budden, Nino Bless - Times Are Hard lyrics]
Situations arise I gotta stay
Focused I know this
Can't walk with a chip on a
Shoulder like somebody owe us
Shorty strapped with a 45th in
This land of soldiers
Its either that or forfeit his
Manhood to the vultures
& mami's in the room screaming
"Ay carrajo ese Guliani un diablo"
But, I ain't understand that shit til they
Threw forty hollow tips at Diallo
Wut followed
A blatent fix in the midst of satin's shadow
My fate
Like the first time I was given a gun
In the wrong hands
Thats a fact when you live in the slums
Drive by's, hit and runs
A child dies too often
Niggas killing for funds cuz they
Grew up with poor sense
But when you poor cents is hard to come by
Liquor's still poured when sombody's son died
And it rains while we cry for god
Thats no response when
But it's cool and I won't let that bother me
Cause this what I'm goin do
Ain't no time for losing gotta keep it moving
Ain't nothing change
If all my kid's gonna be the same
Death is the only gurantee
Gotta keep moving ain't not time for losing
Momma said what I'm working for
To prepare for a future that won't exist
And gods got his planning and he's watchin me
And I believe but it's like she
Don't realize times are hard
And everytime I try and tell her that
We ain't gotta live like this
She opens up the bible and tells me that
We living in the last days and thats why
(times are hard)
And it's like that I ain't trying
To pay her no mind
But when these bills are due
This robber money don't line up
With what the bills do
And what the bills so is
Contantly remind you that (times are hard)
And I got one shot to try
And make something out of nothing
So when I work you can feel it
You can hear it
You can understand that times are hard
Look, I don't smoke stoges like I used to
I been in the hood with the coke users
O movers, dope abusers, cats that stole
Boosters
Those shooters that load rugers, tote lugers
Hope here's useless
Most losers just don't wanna juice us
Face-to-face with them won't
See nothing worse to be a has-been
You gotta be something first
They tell me time flies
When you're having fun
But tends to drag when your having none
Get to grabbing a gun, jacking for funds
Bags and a blunt or continue to pray
To Christ until the passion comes
I'm just bobbing and weaving with
My back on the wall
Come from where I come from and
You adapt to the war
I'm just a product of the
Environment that I am in
Where water's not vitamin
Underdog trying to win (c heeea)
Focused I know this
Can't walk with a chip on a
Shoulder like somebody owe us
Shorty strapped with a 45th in
This land of soldiers
Its either that or forfeit his
Manhood to the vultures
& mami's in the room screaming
"Ay carrajo ese Guliani un diablo"
But, I ain't understand that shit til they
Threw forty hollow tips at Diallo
Wut followed
A blatent fix in the midst of satin's shadow
My fate
Like the first time I was given a gun
In the wrong hands
Thats a fact when you live in the slums
Drive by's, hit and runs
A child dies too often
Niggas killing for funds cuz they
Grew up with poor sense
But when you poor cents is hard to come by
Liquor's still poured when sombody's son died
And it rains while we cry for god
Thats no response when
But it's cool and I won't let that bother me
Cause this what I'm goin do
Ain't no time for losing gotta keep it moving
Ain't nothing change
If all my kid's gonna be the same
Death is the only gurantee
Gotta keep moving ain't not time for losing
Momma said what I'm working for
To prepare for a future that won't exist
And gods got his planning and he's watchin me
And I believe but it's like she
Don't realize times are hard
And everytime I try and tell her that
We ain't gotta live like this
She opens up the bible and tells me that
We living in the last days and thats why
(times are hard)
And it's like that I ain't trying
To pay her no mind
But when these bills are due
This robber money don't line up
With what the bills do
And what the bills so is
Contantly remind you that (times are hard)
And I got one shot to try
And make something out of nothing
So when I work you can feel it
You can hear it
You can understand that times are hard
Look, I don't smoke stoges like I used to
I been in the hood with the coke users
O movers, dope abusers, cats that stole
Boosters
Those shooters that load rugers, tote lugers
Hope here's useless
Most losers just don't wanna juice us
Face-to-face with them won't
See nothing worse to be a has-been
You gotta be something first
They tell me time flies
When you're having fun
But tends to drag when your having none
Get to grabbing a gun, jacking for funds
Bags and a blunt or continue to pray
To Christ until the passion comes
I'm just bobbing and weaving with
My back on the wall
Come from where I come from and
You adapt to the war
I'm just a product of the
Environment that I am in
Where water's not vitamin
Underdog trying to win (c heeea)