Lirik Lagu Hard Streets - T-Bone
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See I was only 16 such a tender ageA young seed leaving my home in search of ghetto fameMom’s begging me to stay, crying but yo I gotta make it on my own nowI’m tired of hustling, plus I’m almost full grown nowPacked up my bags in now pursuit of my dreamsGave her a kiss then wiped the tears from eyes so that she couldn’t seeJumped in the car starring up at the starsRhyming for hours hoping one day I’m a hear the applauseNow I’m 17, still broke loc, no moneyHoles in my shoes and people laughing cuz my clothes crummyNo food to eat so now I’m digging in the trash canEating left over food from last week in tha bags manI never thought that it could get this hard, pray to GodThen I get to stepping, cuz I know that I’m calledI told myself I gotta keep the faith living inside, knowing I’ll make it one daySo I can’t just lay down and die, I gotta try man!
ChorusWhat are these hard streets doing to meGhetto running through meThicker than blood, down in the mudTrying to come up, these hard streets do it to meGhetto running through meThicker than blood, down in tha mudTrying to come up another day
It’s 1991 getting older nowKicked out my crib nowhere to liveWit problems and the world on my shoulders nowIf I go home mom will think I’m a loserAnd if I call the homie then he’ll think I’m trying to use emSo now I’m stuck, sleeping on my managers sofaEven though I know he’s ripping me offTrying to play me like a game of pokerCongested wit depression I proceed to try and count my blessing likeThe fact I’m still alive, I could have died on these mean streetsCuz they ain’t kind, so many killers and dealers committing horrible crimesDope fiends, drive-by’s, muggers and drug smugglersNo one expecting me to make it cuz I’m from the gutterA young G from the streets of killa cal,Where riders pack heat and smoke weed as a juvenileIt’s all good though, I’m out to prove em all wrongReach for the stars, and show em one day I’m a be the bomb!
I’m sick of all the heartaches, let downs, broken promises and feeling hopelessI’m tired of being rejected and all the disappointmentsFeeling like I ain’t worth a dimePartners telling me I’m the greatest, but there’s no deal to signCrying, devastated and confused at the same timeMy mind is telling me to quit and God’s saying tryMy heart is telling me it’s over and I’ll never rhymeBut something’s telling me prevail and it will be fine
BridgeSee there’s always so much dramaFrom tha block or ya babies mamaIn these streets that’s where my peeps be running that gameWhy ya trying to run me over, like I’m trying to snatch ya cornerIn these streets gotta get your grind onAll day long gotta grind get ya hustle on
ChorusWhat are these hard streets doing to meGhetto running through meThicker than blood, down in the mudTrying to come up, these hard streets do it to meGhetto running through meThicker than blood, down in tha mudTrying to come up another day
It’s 1991 getting older nowKicked out my crib nowhere to liveWit problems and the world on my shoulders nowIf I go home mom will think I’m a loserAnd if I call the homie then he’ll think I’m trying to use emSo now I’m stuck, sleeping on my managers sofaEven though I know he’s ripping me offTrying to play me like a game of pokerCongested wit depression I proceed to try and count my blessing likeThe fact I’m still alive, I could have died on these mean streetsCuz they ain’t kind, so many killers and dealers committing horrible crimesDope fiends, drive-by’s, muggers and drug smugglersNo one expecting me to make it cuz I’m from the gutterA young G from the streets of killa cal,Where riders pack heat and smoke weed as a juvenileIt’s all good though, I’m out to prove em all wrongReach for the stars, and show em one day I’m a be the bomb!
I’m sick of all the heartaches, let downs, broken promises and feeling hopelessI’m tired of being rejected and all the disappointmentsFeeling like I ain’t worth a dimePartners telling me I’m the greatest, but there’s no deal to signCrying, devastated and confused at the same timeMy mind is telling me to quit and God’s saying tryMy heart is telling me it’s over and I’ll never rhymeBut something’s telling me prevail and it will be fine
BridgeSee there’s always so much dramaFrom tha block or ya babies mamaIn these streets that’s where my peeps be running that gameWhy ya trying to run me over, like I’m trying to snatch ya cornerIn these streets gotta get your grind onAll day long gotta grind get ya hustle on
