Hard World Lyrics

Hard World lyrics

[Timbo King]



Yo, it all started when my pops left moms



At a early age, grownin up my left half gone



Reality was like a big brother keepin me wise



I used to see my mom stressed out with tears in here eyes



My little sister at night was afraid of the dark



My aunt as she started smokin brought pain in my heart



Everyday was like a struggle cuz we had no funds



If it wasn't for this city, we was damn near bums



I went to school just to learn how to cut class quick



I was bored of education, they ain't teachin me shit



Startin hangin with the older crowd, growin in streets



The game room was the place where I met mad peeps



Got my first piece of pussy, eight-two was the year



Uncle Mooky was a drunk, always passin me beer



British walkers was the shoes that I couldn't afford



I wish life was a tape that I could push fast forward



Playin spit ball with sis cuz we had no games



Grandma spendin change just to buy rice grains



When it came to sellin drugs, my man Tre' had it sewn



Until his space got blown by the corner payphone



You see, my lifestyle was poor growin up in the slums



Always frontin like we happy when it came to the crumbs



My fam' tree was infected with a deadly disease



No money, no jobs, no college degrees, what?







[Girl, (Timbo King)]



It's so hard in this world, It's so hard in this world



(No money, no jobs, no college degrees, what?)



It's so hard in this world, It's so hard in this world



(No money, no jobs, no college degrees, what?)







[Timbo King]



By the time I found out that the streets was a maze



Some got out, but others got burried in graves



Our jobs came and went, but it wasn't enough



My mom's rent was $350, I was make a buck



Cold nights, no heat, had to turn on the stove



One blanket on the bed, had to sleep with our clothes



Things happened for a reason, so I made up for plans



Since I'm the man of the house, I had to bring in the grands



My first thought was to run in a store real fast



Take the cash out the register, be out in a flash



But in the back of my mind, I heard my mom dukes say



Son, never fall victim cuz crime don't pay



My little sister started askin why we livin like this



I couldn't answer cuz society was gettin me pissed



Took a pull off a spliff to release some stress



I guess livin in the ghetto really makes you depressed



If you notice how the system got us packed like rats



Do you know why the poor blacks act like that



The whole moral of the story is that life is a blessin



Rather you here for the day or return to the essence



Set examples for the kids cuz the kids don't know



Even seeds need soil for the plants to grow



But if the soil gets spoiled, then the crops turn bad



Cuz nobody really cares about the problems you have



what?







[Girl, (Timbo King)]



It's so hard in this world, It's so hard in this world



(Cuz nobody really cares about the problems you have, what?)



It's so hard in this world, It's so hard in this world



(Cuz nobody really cares about the problems you have, what?)