Southtown - POD

Welcome to hard times 
Back again like its never been for the first time 
It seem to mess with my head 
When I relaize what it takes 
Can I relate it whatever 
But never will it drive me to hate 
Could be the next guy that you take before I wake 
Now I lay me down to sleep 
Eyes tight when I pray this here is real life 
Circumstances make you think should I be counting my blessings 
The next second my eyes blink here in the sothtown 
You know that kid don't play 
Put it down in the streets 
Will I see another day if I make it back this time 
Gots to hold what is mine 
And thank god that I made it alive 
It ain't gots to be like this 
Don't wanna throw up my fist 
Don't wanna be like this 
Don't wanna throw up my fist 
I must resist 
It ain't gots to be like this