Southtown

Welcome to hard times, back again like it's never been

For the first time, it seems to mess with my head

So 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 here is real life, circumstances make you think

Should I be counting my blessings the next second my eyes blink?

Here in the Southtown, hey, you know that kid don't play

Put it down in 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

Here in the Southtown, hey, you know that kid don't play

Put it down in 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

One love (one love), it's easier said than done

Can I rise above (rise above) everything that's in my way?

Like words you say (words you say), you let your tongue get loose

And when push comes to shove, I'm not used to walking away

I keep on looking up (looking up) 'cause these times are getting tough

Tomorrow's gone, and it's the same old song (same old song)

Father, fill my cup, give me strength to power up (power up)

A life to shine, you're the diamond in this rough

Here in the Southtown, hey, you know that kid don't play

Put it down in 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

Here in the Southtown, hey, you know that kid don't play

Put it down in 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

Don't wanna throw up my fist, ain't gots to be like this

Don't wanna throw up my fist, I must resist

Don't wanna throw up my fist, ain't gots to be like this

Don't wanna throw up my fist, I must resist

Don't wanna throw up my fist, ain't gots to be like this

Don't wanna throw up my fist, I must resist

Don't wanna throw up my fist, ain't gots to be like this

Don't wanna throw up my fist, I must resist

It ain't gots to be (like this)

It ain't gots to be (like this)

It ain't gots to be (like this)

It ain't gots to be (like this)

Like this, ain't gots to be like this (like this)

Like this, ain't gots to be like this (like this)

Like this, ain't gots to be like this (like this)

Like this, ain't gots to be like this (here in the Southtown, like this)

Like this

Here in the Southtown, hey, you know that kid don't play

Put it down in 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

Here in the Southtown, you know that kid don't play

Put it down in 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

Here in the Southtown