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Hard Times ft. Kim Le & Baozer
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About life.
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Slanted Eyes Entertainment
Name's Poet aka Odyssey from Murdasoda, Saint Paul. I started rappin' around the age of 12 to 13 after hearing that song by Kai? I think his name was? Well anyway, he did a track titled, I'm sure everybody knows called "Got Rice" using Tupac's Change's instrumental. That song was everywhere! From that day on after hearing that song, I was changed forever. Not that he was my influence to rap, the one that influenced me from the very beginning was Tupac.
Song Info
Genre
Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
Charts
Peak #696
Peak in subgenre #351
Author
Poet
Rights
2008
Uploaded
October 16, 2008
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MP3 3.5 MB • 128 kbps • 3:49
Lyrics
Let me pour out a shot for all mah dead homies and to my realest souljahz the ones thats there for me times have changed, we all went our seperate paths the only thing that's still the same is the pain in our pasts and the struggle to survive each comin day hustlin from night to dawn just hopin to get paid homies brawlin in parkin lots, gun shots ringin out reminiscin bout our ghetto youths smiles upside down livin in poverty, in a broke down house most raised by single mothers engulfed by white cloud pops no where to be seen, livin with broken dreams time is krucial, theres no tellin when you'll bump heads with yo enemies in a world where heaven and hell both cross paths like train tracks, man stay alert and stay strapped tomorrow's never promised, when its time to go you gotta go for now stay on a grinde till that day finally shows it hurts when you lose family or a close friend my homie luck was gunned down it left me in suspense tramatized by the event, had me filled with rage had me at the edge, close to letting off my 12 gage some nights before falling asleep, i think way back on how I could've changed what happened, n bring him back but I know nothing could, so I just pour out liquor in memory of mah dawg, just wait for me i'll be there witcha lifes never easy, things don't fall into your lap you gotta make moves to rise plus set your own tracks hard to smile sometimes, have too much in my mind thinkin bout the homies in the pen thats doin their time stay up and keep it real, i know it's hard to breathe to mah homie Sign doin life, one love from a G. Baozer’s verse. Im pushing the cart till the break of dawn// grinding against the pavement, without any wheels to roll on// sometimes i would wake up and yawn, others dont wake up upon, sacrificing their lives, taking the times just to finally realize// its already too late to thrive// i wanted to be the first// im cursed and stuck picking at a purse// its even worse, i could end up laying dead in the back of a hearse// its hard to contain, the objective of life im trynna sustain// i must refrain from losing my brain, i just cant go and becoming insane// Why i must go and escape, i'm running away from this place// reapers run wild into my veins being replaced as their gate// im slowly walking right over to my homies grave// never able to return the favor for my life that he had saved// Lets sit back and forget the hard times// im inhaling the smoke, just to ease my mind// and lets fly to the sky, lets all fly, real high//
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