CunninLynguists - Being Human's Hard lyrics

[Verse I] He try leading with his heart Without bleeding from his heart Bacardi dark and blunts sparked meetings in the park Jacques Cousteau, below city level, fleein' from sharks Pushers playin' while police man up with snitchers and narcs Could cheddar be so vital a piece of my soul's survival To the point to even go look for peace you load your rifle? Past mistakes, court dates, brand you for life Force hand makes the crackheads scramble for pipes Fast grands, take your high stakes, gamble for ice Look at the surface of the game, dang, that'll be nice Figured the purpose of the game, man, that'll be life Or get two circles on the chain, wrists gotta be tight Either your head on the cruiser or the lead from the Luger Mighta made ya some dough but ain't no bread in your future Kinda movin' too slow, ya better spread 'fore they shoot ya Hospital bed, can't use your legs like ya use to [Hook] Being human's hard Being human's hard on the boulevard Being human's hard Being human's hard on the boulevard [Verse II] Come a little closer into the life of a smoker Where paranoia is the price to be sober, over my shoulder Seems to be the land of the lost and the home of the slaves Where soldiers carry toasters in holsters, supposed to be brave But underneath the surface they purpose is lost in they ways They walk in a daze, the only time they spark when they blaze They off in a maze, the high life you've lost to get paid The low life is when you're tossed in that cage, or in that grave So I stay with an open mind, my mind's open When I'm totin' 9s on the grind hopin' over time I can climb to the top of the cliff Cause right now I'm standin' at the edge stiff, I'm hopin' that I don't slip One slight, false move and my life in this tight grip The lose all strength in the time and be priceless Though my right fist is stuck in the air to show power My left hand's holdin' them grams of snow powder [Hook] [Verse III: Deacon the Villain] I see dice games, I'm side bettin', makin' a k**in', man Homies f**in' n***as swiping rings and chains Money lost now, a body picked up off ground That child saw it, deafened by pain it was an a**ault sound Bangs they all round, bangs on her hair Yessir, her right there, she livin' the nightmare In the couch room bounce a tip with curtains closed Supposed to dance but off the deck some piles a sniff she workin' poles Slice of onion make her cry Cause of lack of funding standards are lowered like dungeons only to survive For many life ain't half over at the end of its rope Like they just smoked bad dope blended with soap paint But were getting paid however we can It's hard in Lexington, and I'm feelin' less than a man Leaders misleadin' and weavin' rivals for fraud Plague like weed caught a swing from Moses' rod [Hook]