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Welcome to hard times, back again like its never been
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For the first time it seem to mess with my head
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When I realize what it takes, can I relate
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With whatever, but never will it drive me to hate
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Could be the next guy that you take before I wake
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Now I lay me down to sleep, eyes tight when I pray
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This her is real life, circumstances make you think
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Should I be counting my blessings, the next second my eyes blink
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chorus:
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Here in the Southtown you know that kid don't play
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Put it down it the streets, will I see another day
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If I make it back this time, gots to hold what is mine
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And thank God that I made it alive
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One love it's easier said than done
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Can I rise above anything that gets in my way?
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Like words you say, you let your tongue get loose
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And when push comes to shove, I'm not used to walking away
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I keep on looking up, because these times are getting tough
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Tomorrow's gone and it's the same o' song
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Father fill my cup, give me strength to power up
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A life to shine, you're the diamond in this rough
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It ain't got to be like this
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Don't wanna throw up my fist, Don't wanna be like this
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Don't wanna throw up my fist, I must resist
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chorus
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SOUTHTOWN
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| P.O.D. (Payable On Death) |
