YoungCent - Hard Time | Текст песни

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Again in my street a shot rang out
If you new gay here, nigga get out
Every day here kill, every day here die
So you can't live a happy life
Nigga you have to do with a criminal, me too
We must avoid one's the man in blue I told you
I live in a small way becose I'm not a big noise
I'm sorry that shoolgirls stay the night with bad boys
For little niggaz pistols and cocaine is just toys
Fucken government do nothing for us
I can't buy a car my family go by bus
Poverty is enemy for me and my niggaz I don't give a fuck our laws and our jus
In past once every day I did pray to God
But I am my own master it runs in my blood
Many people conside that her life come to a full stop
They have not the fight one's life and go pop
Whatever happens I must fight through every hardship
I can't desert my family becouse I'm not fucken sheep
I would like be pusher but it's not easy
You must be venal and brutal like Greezly
It's infernal job made my blood freeze
The other people work or take one's ease
They make a lot of money FUCK THIS
And nigga it's not funny OH JEEZ
Police prevention of crime it's not the case
I hate corrupt cops and spit in they face
And I think everyone must know one's place...
And I don't give a fuck our laws and our jus

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