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[Chorus: Carl Thomas]


I`m tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times)


I`m tryin to make it through these hard times


I`m tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times)


I`m tryin to make it through these hard times


I`m tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times)


I`m tryin to make it through these hard times


I`m tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times)


Hard times (hard), hard times (hard)





[Verse One: Ludacris]


You never know how much you miss a person, until they gone


Like to hear it? Hear it go, I`m rehearsing, gotta sing my song


I know I`ve done some wrong, but I can`t get right


Cause life is like a big fight


I`m stickin-and-movin, tryin to get my shit right


My family`s been houndin me, friends they done turned against me


Kinda like they hearts was on a full tank, but now they empty


And they say I`ve changed, but like twins I`m just the same


It`s because of my job, mo` money mo` prob in this dirty game


This industry FUCKED UP


That`s right I said it, and it`s fake as ever


Keep real niggaz around me, stay "Space Age 4 Eva"


Po-ppa never went and jumped the broom, never got that one degree


But if you looked down from heaven, you`d still be proud of me


Your son was DUI, but my momma made it by


I didn`t shed no tears when you left me


but the rest of the family cried


Trials and tribulations, ruined my concentration


Losin my patience, hard times for goodness sake`n





[Chorus]





[Verse Two: Eightball]


As this Valium slowly starts to kick in


Them subconcious, subliminal thoughts, start tickin


This whole world around me, diseased, and crumblin


Babies doin dope cause daddy did it right in front of them


Everybody wanna blame music for they bad kids


Sittin up in the court talkin `bout Eminem made me do what I did


My own hard times rolled in like the fog


Try to think of others, but I can`t get past my own thoughts


My momma, in 1967, pickin cotton


While other blacks was gettin liberated, boycottin


My old man was a player, ain`t no hidin that


He started tootin then he graduated to smokin crack


I never saw him, never needed to see that muh`fucker


He left me and my mother stuck down here in this fuckin gutter


I tattoed it on my arm so I can`t forget it


It`s in my mind and my heart so I`m forever with it





[Chorus]





[Verse Three: MJG]


A drum machine, the old fo`-track, and a pack of new tapes


In the middle of, 1988, in a corner cafe


We made beats, and hung with old heads, and stayed out late at night


Do talent shows, fo`-way split the dough, that was our way of life


My momma stayed, home full time so she could raise me


Knowin without a, household father, things could get crazy


Sometimes I listened, sometimes I thought I knew it all


But nevertheless, momma was with me through it all


I graduated out of nothin, not out of school, it was like


12, 13, 14 years I`m thinkin cool


I might as well, be focusin on me tryin to get paid


Usin these rhymes I`ve been writin since in the 7th grade


Our team played, and had physical sex with minimum wage


It was just like a piece of pussy


It fucked me long as I stayed


But still I prayed, Lord I`m tryin now please help me out the water


It can`t get no harder


Help me to get back up and get my shit tomorrow





[Chorus - 2X]

[Chorus: Carl Thomas]


I`m tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times)


I`m tryin to make it through these hard times


I`m tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times)


I`m tryin to make it through these hard times


I`m tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times)


I`m tryin to make it through these hard times


I`m tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times)


Hard times (hard), hard times (hard)





[Verse One: Ludacris]


You never know how much you miss a person, until they gone


Like to hear it? Hear it go, I`m rehearsing, gotta sing my song


I know I`ve done some wrong, but I can`t get right


Cause life is like a big fight


I`m stickin-and-movin, tryin to get my shit right


My family`s been houndin me, friends they done turned against me


Kinda like they hearts was on a full tank, but now they empty


And they say I`ve changed, but like twins I`m just the same


It`s because of my job, mo` money mo` prob in this dirty game


This industry FUCKED UP


That`s right I said it, and it`s fake as ever


Keep real niggaz around me, stay "Space Age 4 Eva"


Po-ppa never went and jumped the broom, never got that one degree


But if you looked down from heaven, you`d still be proud of me


Your son was DUI, but my momma made it by


I didn`t shed no tears when you left me


but the rest of the family cried


Trials and tribulations, ruined my concentration


Losin my patience, hard times for goodness sake`n





[Chorus]





[Verse Two: Eightball]


As this Valium slowly starts to kick in


Them subconcious, subliminal thoughts, start tickin


This whole world around me, diseased, and crumblin


Babies doin dope cause daddy did it right in front of them


Everybody wanna blame music for they bad kids


Sittin up in the court talkin `bout Eminem made me do what I did


My own hard times rolled in like the fog


Try to think of others, but I can`t get past my own thoughts


My momma, in 1967, pickin cotton


While other blacks was gettin liberated, boycottin


My old man was a player, ain`t no hidin that


He started tootin then he graduated to smokin crack


I never saw him, never needed to see that muh`fucker


He left me and my mother stuck down here in this fuckin gutter


I tattoed it on my arm so I can`t forget it


It`s in my mind and my heart so I`m forever with it





[Chorus]





[Verse Three: MJG]


A drum machine, the old fo`-track, and a pack of new tapes


In the middle of, 1988, in a corner cafe


We made beats, and hung with old heads, and stayed out late at night


Do talent shows, fo`-way split the dough, that was our way of life


My momma stayed, home full time so she could raise me


Knowin without a, household father, things could get crazy


Sometimes I listened, sometimes I thought I knew it all


But nevertheless, momma was with me through it all


I graduated out of nothin, not out of school, it was like


12, 13, 14 years I`m thinkin cool


I might as well, be focusin on me tryin to get paid


Usin these rhymes I`ve been writin since in the 7th grade


Our team played, and had physical sex with minimum wage


It was just like a piece of pussy


It fucked me long as I stayed


But still I prayed, Lord I`m tryin now please help me out the water


It can`t get no harder


Help me to get back up and get my shit tomorrow





[Chorus - 2X]

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