Larry Citgo - Hard Times

I went through hard times
In the jungle I had a heart of a lion
We doing soft crimes
Never thought gettin caught
And facing a trial and
Never thought of none of us dying
Surprising, tears in my eyes
But fuck crying
Back on my 50 shit
Ima get rich or die Ima trying
Grinded from the pavement
Boutta lose my patience
Gotta wait like my ancestors
250 on the plantation, slaving
Let's not forget the years of segregation
We need reparations
Payments, acres
Lincoln didn't declare shit
I would of told him to save it
I only care bout my Benjamin Franklins
They ain't give me Nathan
Tell em eat frank then
Loses had me frantic
To be frankly
I feel safely wit my gun off safety
So I don't leave the crib without my baby
If one leave this clip ima send like 80
I am not felon
I could keep a weapon
Right to bare arms that's the 2nd amendment
And I ain't telling
Man I plead the fifth amendment
If you run up in my section
Keep the glizzy in the kitchen
Don't make the wrong decision
Doc gonna make the wrong incision
Money hungry man my fingers get to itching
If I don't get it in a minute Ima get to twitching
If I don't get it in a minute Ima push his wig in

I went through hard times
You know you can't walk in my shoes
Man I can't spare mines
Cut it out dude
You know you ain't cut from my kind
We had thug it out, yea by the stop signs
And why you lacking for?
Man you know I got mines
And why they hating for?
Man we can all shine
If that's what we livin for
Man why we all trying
And what we living for
Man if we all dying
If we all dying

Written by:
LAWRENCE BINGER

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