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Voluum Anomali P - Hard Life lyrics
Verse 1 All my life, I’ve never been so high I couldn’t afford a Lobster, Shrimp or a Pudding Pie Upper class never knew this guy I was too broke, poor and I wasn’t fly I wasn’t they kin o’ guy I was so damn poor, living in a house without a back door To sleep at nights, we had to take turns Ten (10:00) to twelve (12:00) it was my turn Twelve (12:00) to two (2:00) it was sis turn Two (2:00) to four (4:00) it was mom’s turn Street educated, that’s how I learn Hustle and sell; that’s how I earn A living by getting and giving Shop lifting streets got me gasp, got to watch my ass Sometimes when the hunger hurts I’m in the store I gotta snatch food under my shirt When the store clerk ain’t looking Cause I know tonight my Ma wont be cooking Cause we ain’t got nothing I came from nothing; I’m trying to be something So let me be…… Chorus: Too many cries, too many tears So many burdens, Moms gotta bare It’s time we step up the stairs Look to the skies and aim to reach there Rep* 2 Verse 2 I gotta give God thanks for where I’m But I can’t forget where I’m coming from I’m from the gutter man A poor motherfucker, only three sides my bread was butter The rest was bread There was times I thought I would be dead But I held up my head And strive to aim high My dad taught me the sky’s the limit So I knew I had to pay a visit One of these days before I visit my grave Locked up in a cage, in the pen Expressing my rage I’m black so life is extra hard I’m black so I gotta push extra hard I gotta play my cards right To get through this crazy, crazy life Damn right, it’s the hard life….. Chorus: Too many cries, too many tears So many burdens, Moms gotta bare It’s time we step up the stairs Look to the skies and aim to reach there Rep* 2 Verse 3 I was born to suffer, grew to suffer This world is as sick as any motherfucker You try to tell them that your life is tough They tell you tough luck, hell who gives a fuck I’m a grown man, I trying to stand on my two feet I rock the beat, I roam the streets I gotta struggle to make ends meet To put food on the table for my family to eat I know a lot o’ people can relate to what I’m saying Cause a lot o’ you peeps have been through the same I gotta be honest; I’m here to make money Cause before I didn’t have any I couldn’t even afford to shop J C Penny Thanks to the fans I can feed my family I would like to show a lot of respect To the ghetto, suburbs, hoods and projects….. Chorus: Too many cries, too many tears So many burdens, Moms gotta bare It’s time we step up the stairs Look to the skies and aim to reach there Rep* 2 |
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