Hard Times - Stomper, Soldier Ink

Hard times

Man they come and go

Growing up in the hood

Ain’t got nowhere to go

I’m coming up too slow

Just trying to lay low

Another Hi Power Soldier

From the varrio

In this criminal mind frame

My people keep falling

Locked in these chains

I could still hear em calling

I just want you to know

That wherever you go

You’ll never be forgotten

I put that in my chrome

The last time that we kicked it

I told you this would happen

If we didn’t change our lives

Now I’m sticking to this rapping

Getting high blazed out

Tripping out on what happened

Gotta get my boy out

No matter what happens

It’s a trip how loose lips

Will sink your ship

How your own flesh and blood

Will just flip the script

Got love for the streets

You know that’s a fact

But when times get hard

The streets turned their back

Doing time in the pen

And I miss you dog

So I tell you stay strong

So you when you get home

Hard times

Man they come and go

Growing up in the hood

Ain’t got nowhere to go

I’m coming up too slow

Just trying to lay low

Another Hi Power Soldier

From the varrio

Living life in the city

Has its side effects

Like murder & drugs

Prostitution for sex

A gangsta’s paradise

Just look around

Up in the alley

Where the bodies are found

And everybody’s got a muthafucken gun

So it only makes sense

That I carry me one

Smoking up & blazing up

Nothing but the Chron

Thinking of my homies

That have already died

I’m just trying to remember

But it hurts

Walking to the cemetery

Talking to the dirt

And ever since pac said it

I will never will forget it

Life goes on holmes

I’ll see you at the crossroads

Hard times

Man they come and go

Growing up in the hood

Ain’t got nowhere to go

I’m coming up too slow

Just trying to lay low

Another Hi Power Soldier

From the varrio

Will if my time has come

Then I ain’t gonna run

I’d rather die on my feet

Than on my knees like a punk

Ask the lord for forgiveness

And just stare with a grin

Look the devil in his face

See the souls from within

I wasn’t born a killer

But the world is sick

Gang relations retaliations

Life is a bitch

In a world of madness

I was lost at birth

With the troubles I’ve seen

I knew my life was cursed

Had to find an escape

So to the streets I turn

But the streets are hot

Trying not to get burned

And now my heart turn cold

From all the lessons I learned

Feel like giving up

But the world still turns

Hard times

Man they come and go

Growing up in the hood

Ain’t got nowhere to go

I’m coming up too slow

Just trying to lay low

Another Hi Power Soldier

From the varrio

Well it’s turning

My mind keeps learning

Gangsta mentality

Respect I be earning

Putting in work

Was a daily routine

A day in the life

In the big south east

It was crazy

Gang bang on the daily

Pico Nuevo Gang

And haters never could faze me

Fuck em

That’s just the way it goes

A real muthafucker

Never trusts a hoe

But I know something you don’t know

In my waistline

Is the mighty fo fo

Ready to attack

Ready to unload

Laugh as the barrel

Of my desert eagle smokes

Killing enemies

Was a way to survive

27yrs old and I’m still alive

Rap music basically changed my life

Having money making music

Showing love on the mic

Hi Power Book 5

Soldier ink on the rise

Chronic in my swisher sweet

Cause I always stay high

Hard times come & go

On the New Pick side

Where enemies & crooked cops

And scandalous bitches lie

Hard times

Man they come and go

Growing up in the hood

Ain’t got nowhere to go

I’m coming up too slow

Just trying to lay low

Another Hi Power Soldier

From the varrio