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Hard Times
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we're broke, we met in a trailer park, and we have shit equipment. which makes our audio sound like shit, so our music sounds out of tone and has funny sounds,
we're broke, we met in a trailer park, and we have shit equipment. which makes our audio sound like shit, so our music sounds out of tone and has funny sounds, and fucks with our voices. so we add a bunch of shit to cover the old shit, so that the shit seems to be shitty production. but it's shitty altogether. enjoy our shit. or don't. we don't really care.
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Hardcore Rap
Charts
Peak #899
Peak in subgenre #140
Author
J of TNC
Uploaded
September 21, 2007
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MP3 2.3 MB • 128 kbps • 2:30
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Bring on the hard times, bring on the pain. Enemies or friends? It don't matter, they're all the same. We fight or laugh, just to stay entertained. But sparks ignite, and you can't escape the flames Accusations thrown every which way I don't understand, but you won't explain It's like you're mad, just 'cause I ain't. (Repeat) I ain't got it easy, every day is a fight It ain't like it ain't a struggle, just cause I'm white I'm sick of the leaky roof, havin fast food every night I'm sick of the roaches, sick of these mosquito bites These damn two for two don't fill the stomach That new shit came out, but I can't afford to bump it Only way for me to live, is to make it public I gotta do, what I gotta do, so fuck it. It's hard to keep livin' With all the bullshit we're given You want me to love You want me to give a fuck But how're you supposed to respect women When even mama was guilty of sinnin'? I'ma let y'all in on a little secret I'ma make a difference in this world before I leave it That's aight, I ain't expect y'all to believe it Black people think I'm crazy White people think I'm conceited I'm on trial, you wouldn't believe how I'm treated Ladies and gentleman of the courtroom, you may be seated Witness verbal abuse until his pride's been secreted Bottled up and thrown out, we don't care what he's pleaded A white man thinking he's black, he's truely been deceited He failed to perform his duty, when he was most needed Ignorance is bliss, but will surely lead to your destruction Life's a game, but I got no instructions Being poor sucks ass like a mass lyposuction And for some reason weapons are in mass production I thought we're supposed to be fightin' cancer, or somethin' I guess not, and still they question why these kids are flunkin' I shoulda knew my luck ran out, back when my first battleship was sunken But it's too late now, I don't give a fuck 'bout nothin'. Weed and alcohol, yeah, that's the shit Two lines of coke, and an acid trip Two flashing lights, and my ass'll split We weren't exactly playin' battleship Even while we're runnin' all fast and shit We take two hits off the blunt, and pass the shit Sometimes I look back at my past and shit Gave a fuck about my friends, but that was it
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