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Welcome to hard times,
back again like it’s 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

[Chorus:]
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, got’s to hold what is mine
And thank God that I made it alive

One love it's easier said than done
Can I rise above anything that gets in my way?
Like 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,
because these times are getting tough
Tomorrow's gone
and it's the same o' song
Father fill my cup,
give me strength to power up,
A life to shine,
You're the diamond in this rough

[Chorus:]

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