Hard Times

get this young peeps out on the streets
sitting back getting high up in the clouds

I bust a nut in a rut
cooking down at the Mickey D's
cats with blue hats out on the street

1st verse :

where it began I can't begin to wonder
blowing up tracks like Stevie Wonder
is it any wonder I got to much time on my hands

son you were cursed the very day you were born
daddy out selling stickers with the Mickey in the sleeve
man this world outside just wants to see ya bleed
as homeboy scratching on the fly spin master

my heart is running faster
a soul is in disorder until it meets order
people need to be more open minded with all this talk
going make me play that ass just don't want to


I bust a nut in a rut
cooking down at Mickey D's
cats with blue hats on the street

2nd verse

just like Muddy Waters you need to take a shower
through the porch swing sippin honey tea
knock me to my knees watch those suckas bleed
like the famed Trick Daddy who escape gravity

tripping like life is a rollercoaster don't have to bend over
got holes in my socks
man homeboy do think a lot
it's almost paradise with words that are slamming

just like soup to nut &I don't know where to put the jam in
got to give it up soon but I'm still in motion
just give me a moment while I chill on some magic potion

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