Hard Road
Posted: Wed Sep 26, 2007 12:39 pm
Tramatik - 1st Verse
Sequence - 2nd Verse
topic is ppl livin poor near and around u and how u see it
lemme u show the sadness and how the nights wild
fights pile as little kids struggle with this lifestyle
of,feinin 4 bread,cant get it so they needin some lead
ta be believin in their head,there dreams can be achieved instead
there scrapin up dimes n pennys,feelin what the heats like
not the sun but the pressure of usin the moon or street lights
as some means of hope,prayin in the end there dreams arent broke
from some fein who smokes,and happened ta blast a beam or choke
them out,cuz they cudnt getta daily dose of their 'medicine'
thinkin their betta when,these kids need somethin like Excedrin
ta help take take the pain away,but in their brain it'll stay
cuz like leeches,poverty eatin them till the pain makes em decay
these poor kids, living in nothing for them its a ' strain-to-eat '
How Can You Expect A Child To Live Off One Grain-Of-Wheat '
Im Not Game-To-Speak, They Walk Everyday ' Busting-There-Feet '
Admire The Weak Becuz All They Wont In Life Is 'Something-To-Eat'
this world's currupt and mistaken, for most of these kids its ' never-fair '
There Lifes A ' Prison Cell ' And Real Killers Are treated with ' better-care '
Its A True Topic, You Anit Shutting Me Up, You Anit ' Game-Stopping-Me '
How Would It Feel, Switching Lives And Living In Pure ' Pain-And-Poverty '
They Got No One There For Em, So Who Are They ' Suppose-To-Trust '?
There ' Living For Life ' And That Lifestyle Makes Them More Real-Then-Us
Sequence - 2nd Verse
topic is ppl livin poor near and around u and how u see it
lemme u show the sadness and how the nights wild
fights pile as little kids struggle with this lifestyle
of,feinin 4 bread,cant get it so they needin some lead
ta be believin in their head,there dreams can be achieved instead
there scrapin up dimes n pennys,feelin what the heats like
not the sun but the pressure of usin the moon or street lights
as some means of hope,prayin in the end there dreams arent broke
from some fein who smokes,and happened ta blast a beam or choke
them out,cuz they cudnt getta daily dose of their 'medicine'
thinkin their betta when,these kids need somethin like Excedrin
ta help take take the pain away,but in their brain it'll stay
cuz like leeches,poverty eatin them till the pain makes em decay
these poor kids, living in nothing for them its a ' strain-to-eat '
How Can You Expect A Child To Live Off One Grain-Of-Wheat '
Im Not Game-To-Speak, They Walk Everyday ' Busting-There-Feet '
Admire The Weak Becuz All They Wont In Life Is 'Something-To-Eat'
this world's currupt and mistaken, for most of these kids its ' never-fair '
There Lifes A ' Prison Cell ' And Real Killers Are treated with ' better-care '
Its A True Topic, You Anit Shutting Me Up, You Anit ' Game-Stopping-Me '
How Would It Feel, Switching Lives And Living In Pure ' Pain-And-Poverty '
They Got No One There For Em, So Who Are They ' Suppose-To-Trust '?
There ' Living For Life ' And That Lifestyle Makes Them More Real-Then-Us