Ludacris Lyrics

Album: CHICKEN N BEER

Hard Times Lyrics

(feat. Eightball & MJG, Carl Thomas)

 [Chorus: Carl Thomas]

 I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times)

 I'm tryin to make it through these hard times

 I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times)

 I'm tryin to make it through these hard times

 I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times)

 I'm tryin to make it through these hard times

 I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times)

 Hard times (hard), hard times (hard)

 

 [Verse One: Ludacris]

 You never know how much you miss a person, until they gone

 Like to hear it? Hear it go, I'm rehearsing, gotta sing my song

 I know I've done some wrong, but I can't get right

 Cause life is like a big fight

 I'm stickin-and-movin, tryin to get my shit right

 My family's been houndin me, friends they done turned against me

 Kinda like they hearts was on a full tank, but now they empty

 And they say I've changed, but like twins I'm just the same

 It's because of my job, mo' money mo' prob in this dirty game

 This industry FUCKED UP

 That's right I said it, and it's fake as ever

 Keep real niggaz around me, stay "Space Age 4 Eva"

 Po-ppa never went and jumped the broom, never got that one degree

 But if you looked down from heaven, you'd still be proud of me

 Your son was DUI, but my momma made it by

 I didn't shed no tears when you left me

 but the rest of the family cried

 Trials and tribulations, ruined my concentration

 Losin my patience, hard times for goodness sake'n

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Verse Two: Eightball]

 As this Valium slowly starts to kick in

 Them subconcious, subliminal thoughts, start tickin

 This whole world around me, diseased, and crumblin

 Babies doin dope cause daddy did it right in front of them

 Everybody wanna blame music for they bad kids

 Sittin up in the court talkin 'bout Eminem made me do what I did

 My own hard times rolled in like the fog

 Try to think of others, but I can't get past my own thoughts

 My momma, in 1967, pickin cotton

 While other blacks was gettin liberated, boycottin

 My old man was a player, ain't no hidin that

 He started tootin then he graduated to smokin crack

 I never saw him, never needed to see that muh'fucker

 He left me and my mother stuck down here in this fuckin gutter

 I tattoed it on my arm so I can't forget it

 It's in my mind and my heart so I'm forever with it

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Verse Three: MJG]

 A drum machine, the old fo'-track, and a pack of new tapes

 In the middle of, 1988, in a corner cafe

 We made beats, and hung with old heads, and stayed out late at night

 Do talent shows, fo'-way split the dough, that was our way of life

 My momma stayed, home full time so she could raise me

 Knowin without a, household father, things could get crazy

 Sometimes I listened, sometimes I thought I knew it all

 But nevertheless, momma was with me through it all

 I graduated out of nothin, not out of school, it was like

 12, 13, 14 years I'm thinkin cool

 I might as well, be focusin on me tryin to get paid

 Usin these rhymes I've been writin since in the 7th grade

 Our team played, and had physical sex with minimum wage

 It was just like a piece of pussy

 It fucked me long as I stayed

 But still I prayed, Lord I'm tryin now please help me out the water

 It can't get no harder

 Help me to get back up and get my shit tomorrow

 

 [Chorus - 2X]