John Doe and AyeTeeGee - Hard Times

Yeah, ATG, John Doe, yo, yo, yo, yeah
Ay yo, I got a story to tell
About a boy who held his mother very, very dear
She took drugs and she ain't really have a care

In the world, most niggas hit the trees like squirrels
Tryna get a nut with your mom, she fucked and she fine
She on to the next one, tryna get her money up
Niggas know what's up, wanna get in guts

Baby boy is stuck, watching his mom throw her life away
His life of innocence is troubled by her absence
No acting, just action to the sound of raw metal clacking
Hearts get cracked in, souls levitate, brains get snapped in

What happened to this world we living in
Baby boy is really mad at his mom for leaving him
With no food, with no keys, all he really does is dream
Of a better life, man, this can't be right

Out of mind, out of sight is what this life ain't like
His mom finally came home but she was drunk out her mind
She fell through the front door like she would do all the time
Baby boy just couldn't wait to give her a piece of his mind

Like where you been and who you seen
I was here all alone, man, anybody could've came right through that fucking door
Do you even know if I had something to eat
Late night, niggas creep, mom was laid out, couldn't let out a peep

That's when baby boy had to think real deep
He was fed up with the life that he was given
Said, fuck this shit, don't want this fucking life I'm living
So he went to the kitchen then, picked up a knife

Walked back to mom, started stabbing ice
Baby boy's body started feeling like ice
He froze up to the realization of life, but it was too late
What's already done is done, mom is gone

And I don't want to live no more
So baby boy put the knife up to his throat
Looked at his mom and said, I'm about to come home
With a quick slice, now his life force drains slow

Was his mom ever good? I guess that we'll never know
Based off a true story, hope that y'all really know
Take care of each other and never turn cold, yo, what's the word

As the plot thickens, stories sound like Charles Dickens
Ride around my city where things ain't always pretty
One side, you got darkness and poverty, other side is bright with sight
Ain't no flashing lights, no one stopping me, that's the mentality
Lil' Johnny had it's sad
he wanted everything in his grasp

Even the stuff he couldn't have, ego standing eight feet
Not being discreet, they found him eight feet deep
Wrapped up like a mummy cause he didn't listen to his mommy or his tummy
When they hit the cell, asking for a whole pie

When they just got a slice, hunger crept in his mind that night
Who knew, barrel in his sight, said goodnight
Knew he was wrong cause he wasn't correct
Buzz from a text got shot in front of his steps

Mom was trying to protect, but it was too late
Cause the devil came to collect, that's the word

Written by:
Edwin Serrano, John Cupo

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