Times So Hard

Young Bleed

Chorus:  

 Mo.B Dick and O'Dell  

 We wont be neglected  
 We wont be denied  
 We will not be hated  
 cause we're hustlin to survive  
 Times so hard  
 tryin to make it  
 Times so hard  
 tryin to make it  

 Fiend:  
 Now all jokes aside  
 I'm having to realize I'm still breathing  
 Since a baby teasin i knew i was gonna live  
 Even reasons after celebrated seasons we was broke  
 Hope was selling dope  
 or robbing these other folks  
 i know every bad confrontayion that we was facing  
 I'm a young black male what would you do in my situation  
 Lately dozen altercation that win like a deck of cards  
 sayin we all out if you gonna accept the lord  

 Chorus  

 Master P:  
 Bad times my cousin had done  
 I sent two g's to his wife and son I'm sayin  
 Dear god don't take me  
 why these bitches and these niggas tryin ta break me  
 I see dead presidents my friends get bent and mama  
 in the ghetto tryin to pay the rent  
 in high school used to be kings and queens  
 came home of a two now they jackers and fiends Ugh!  
 Survival play ghetto games  
 lose your life these days for some yards or gold rings  

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 Young Bleed:  
 Can you visualize perfection in a section of a crib  
 And a yard full of ghetto kids  
 when i was dreamin and creamin and wasn't makin no money  
 steady hustlin high to make it for niggas to die for me  
 that's gonna forever be real  
 and nigga that's regardless feelin like I'm still in my faith  
 I'm hollowed headed and heartless  
 balancing life on a triple beam and gambling with the arts of fate  
 and niggas got the nerve to playa hate  
 a young nigga in this game to survive with a 45  
 lookin at the sky gettin so high nigga  
 above the law with underguard right between the sky and the earth  
 aint touchin dirt claim to the dirty game for what it's worth  

 Chorus