hard times

[Intro] It’s a crime scene… Bodies on the pavement, nothing innocent, When you wanna represent hard times, hard lives… It’s a murder scene. Yeah… This the story of the ones who made it through. [Hook] It’s a murder scene, where the dreams get buried, Cold nights, heavy hearts, everybody carrying. Mama told me, “Son, don't let the streets define you,” But when the world gets dark, sometimes darkness finds you. Hard times, hard lives, scars that never leave, Everybody got a story underneath the pain they breathe. Sirens in the distance, memories in my brain, Life ain't been the same since I walked through that rain. [Verse 1] Yellow tape blowing while the streetlights flicker, Young souls growing up way too quick, no picture. Empty pockets, empty rooms, stomach full of doubt, Trying to find a better road when every road's washed out. I seen pain turn a good heart cold, Seen young dreams disappear before they could unfold. Everybody wants respect, everybody wants a name, But nobody talks about the price that comes with the fame. [Bridge] And I wonder who we would've been If we never had to fight just to make it to the end. If the neighborhood could heal from all the things it's seen, Maybe there'd be less sirens at the murder scene. [Hook] It’s a murder scene, where the dreams get buried, Cold nights, heavy hearts, everybody carrying. Mama told me, “Son, don't let the streets define you,” But when the world gets dark, sometimes darkness finds you. Hard times, hard lives, scars that never leave, Everybody got a story underneath the pain they breathe. Sirens in the distance, memories in my brain, Life ain't been the same since I walked through that rain. [Verse 2] Now I'm moving real slow, trying to clear my mind, Looking at the old days like a warning sign. Every scar got a lesson, every loss got a cost, Sometimes surviving means accepting what you lost. I don't glorify the blood, I remember what it cost, Too many names in the air, too many people gone and lost. So I'm writing every bar like I'm leaving evidence, A testimony from a life that never came with innocence. [Outro] Crime scene… But I'm still breathing. Still dreaming. Still searching for a way out. Hard times. Hard lives. And somehow… We keep going.