Album: Fundamental Elements Of Southtown

Welcome to hard times, back again like its never been
For the first time it seem to mess with my head
When I realize what it takes, can I relate

With whatever, but never will it drive me to hate
Could be the next guy that you take before I wake
Now I lay me down to sleep, eyes tight when I pray
This her is real life, circumstances make you think
Should I be counting my blessings, the next second my eyes blink

Here in the Southtown you know that kid don't play
Put it down it the streets, will I see another day
If I make it back this time, gots to hold what is mine
And thank God that I made it alive

Here in the Southtown you know that kid don't play
Put it down it the streets, will I see another day
If I make it back this time, gots to hold what is mine
And thank God that I made it alive

One love it's easier said than done
Can I rise above anything that gets in my way?
Like words you say, you let your tongue get loose
And when push comes to shove, I'm not used to walking away
I keep on looking up, because these times are getting tough
Tomorrow's gone and it's the same o' song
Father fill my cup, give me strength to power up
A life to shine, you're the diamond in this rough

Here in the Southtown you know that kid don't play
Put it down it the streets, will I see another day
If I make it back this time, gots to hold what is mine
And thank God that I made it alive

Here in the Southtown you know that kid don't play
Put it down it the streets, will I see another day
If I make it back this time, gots to hold what is mine
And thank God that I made it alive

Don't wanna throw up my fist, ain't got to be like this
Don't wanna throw up my fist, I must resist
Don't wanna throw up my fist, ain't got to be like this
Don't wanna throw up my fist, I must resist
Don't wanna throw up my fist, ain't got to be like this
Don't wanna throw up my fist, I must resist
Don't wanna throw up my fist, ain't got to be like this
Don't wanna throw up my fist, I must resist

(He screams some stuff here I couldn't catch, sorry)

Here in the Southtown you know that kid don't play
Put it down it the streets, will I see another day
If I make it back this time, gots to hold what is mine
And thank God that I made it alive

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