Royal Fam - Hard World lyrics

[Timbo King] Yo, it all started when my pops left moms At a early age, grownin up my left half gone Reality was like a big brother keepin me wise I used to see my mom stressed out with tears in here eyes My little sister at night was afraid of the dark My aunt as she started smokin brought pain in my heart Everyday was like a struggle cuz we had no funds If it wasn't for this city, we was damn near bums I went to school just to learn how to cut cla** quick I was bored of education, they ain't teachin me sh** Startin hangin with the older crowd, growin in streets The game room was the place where I met mad peeps Got my first piece of p**y, eight-two was the year Uncle Mooky was a drunk, always pa**in me beer British walkers was the shoes that I couldn't afford I wish life was a tape that I could push fast forward Playin spit ball with sis cuz we had no games Grandma spendin change just to buy rice grains When it came to sellin d**, my man Tre' had it sewn Until his space got blown by the corner payphone You see, my lifestyle was poor growin up in the slums Always frontin like we happy when it came to the crumbs My fam' tree was infected with a deadly disease No money, no jobs, no college degrees, what? [Girl, (Timbo King)] It's so hard in this world, It's so hard in this world (No money, no jobs, no college degrees, what?) It's so hard in this world, It's so hard in this world (No money, no jobs, no college degrees, what?) [Timbo King] By the time I found out that the streets was a maze Some got out, but others got burried in graves Our jobs came and went, but it wasn't enough My mom's rent was $350, I was make a buck Cold nights, no heat, had to turn on the stove One blanket on the bed, had to sleep with our clothes Things happened for a reason, so I made up for plans Since I'm the man of the house, I had to bring in the grands My first thought was to run in a store real fast Take the cash out the register, be out in a flash But in the back of my mind, I heard my mom dukes say Son, never fall victim cuz crime don't pay My little sister started askin why we livin like this I couldn't answer cuz society was gettin me pissed Took a pull off a spliff to release some stress I guess livin in the ghetto really makes you depressed If you notice how the system got us packed like rats Do you know why the poor blacks act like that The whole moral of the story is that life is a blessin Rather you here for the day or return to the essence Set examples for the kids cuz the kids don't know Even seeds need soil for the plants to grow But if the soil gets spoiled, then the crops turn bad Cuz nobody really cares about the problems you have What? [Girl, (Timbo King)] It's so hard in this world, It's so hard in this world (Cuz nobody really cares about the problems you have, what?) It's so hard in this world, It's so hard in this world (Cuz nobody really cares about the problems you have, what?)