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French Affair - Hard World lyrics
[Timbo King]
 Yo, it all started when my pops left moms
 At a early age, grownin up my left half gone
 Reality was like a big brother keepin me wise
 I used to see my mom stressed out with tears in here eyes
 My little sister at night was afraid of the dark
 My aunt as she started smokin brought pain in my heart
 Everyday was like a struggle cuz we had no funds
 If it wasn't for this city, we was damn near bums
 I went to school just to learn how to cut class quick
 I was bored of education, they ain't teachin me shit
 Startin hangin with the older crowd, growin in streets
 The game room was the place where I met mad peeps
 Got my first piece of pussy, eight-two was the year
 Uncle Mooky was a drunk, always passin me beer
 British walkers was the shoes that I couldn't afford
 I wish life was a tape that I could push fast forward
 Playin spit ball with sis cuz we had no games
 Grandma spendin change just to buy rice grains
 When it came to sellin drugs, my man Tre' had it sewn
 Until his space got blown by the corner payphone
 You see, my lifestyle was poor growin up in the slums
 Always frontin like we happy when it came to the crumbs
 My fam' tree was infected with a deadly disease
 No money, no jobs, no college degrees, what?
 [Girl, (Timbo King)]
 It's so hard in this world, It's so hard in this world
 (No money, no jobs, no college degrees, what?)
 It's so hard in this world, It's so hard in this world
 (No money, no jobs, no college degrees, what?)
 French Affair - Hard World - http://motolyrics.com/french-affair/hard-world-lyrics.html
 [Timbo King]
 By the time I found out that the streets was a maze
 Some got out, but others got burried in graves
 Our jobs came and went, but it wasn't enough
 My mom's rent was $350, I was make a buck
 Cold nights, no heat, had to turn on the stove
 One blanket on the bed, had to sleep with our clothes
 Things happened for a reason, so I made up for plans
 Since I'm the man of the house, I had to bring in the grands
 My first thought was to run in a store real fast
 Take the cash out the register, be out in a flash
 But in the back of my mind, I heard my mom dukes say
 Son, never fall victim cuz crime don't pay
 My little sister started askin why we livin like this
 I couldn't answer cuz society was gettin me pissed
 Took a pull off a spliff to release some stress
 I guess livin in the ghetto really makes you depressed
 If you notice how the system got us packed like rats
 Do you know why the poor blacks act like that
 The whole moral of the story is that life is a blessin
 Rather you here for the day or return to the essence
 Set examples for the kids cuz the kids don't know
 Even seeds need soil for the plants to grow
 But if the soil gets spoiled, then the crops turn bad
 Cuz nobody really cares about the problems you have
 what?
 [Girl, (Timbo King)]
 It's so hard in this world, It's so hard in this world
 (Cuz nobody really cares about the problems you have, what?)
 It's so hard in this world, It's so hard in this world
 (Cuz nobody really cares about the problems you have, what?)








