P. O. D. LyricsSong: Southtown |
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| Welcome to hard times, back again like it’s 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 It ain’t got to be like this Don’t wanna throw up my fist, don’t wanna be like this Don’t wanna throw up my fist, I must resist It ain’t gots to be like this |
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