Hard Times (feat. Nathaniel Rateliff, Jim Jones & Chipotle Joe)

Hard times, hard times

Ain’t it all you see

As if times ain’t hard enough (facts)

They done did everything to make it hard for us (fuck 'em)

I'm just tired of the man trying to target us

I know a president ain’t never ever pardon us (fuck 'em)

I try to pray, but I guess I ain’t God enough (pray for me)

I used to sit by the fan watch it harden up

That’s the only way we can make a dollar (facts)

Arresting me is the only way police can make a collar

Trying to make America great again

I think you’re trying to make America hate again (facts)

Drive thru Amеrica is my latest Benz

We dеaling with political trickery

I know a clown when I see one

Ain’t no tricking me

I used to sit by the fan watch it harden up

All these pains in my back like they whipping me

Tell the NRA I'm gonna vote with the 5th of me

Young boys be drilling like

What ‘bout all dem slaves that you had killed

I know I'm gettin’ deep but the truth hurts

At this point where police is like shoot first

I know I'm getting deep but the truth hurts

At this point where police is like shoot first

I know I'm getting deep but the truth hurts

At this point where police is like shoot first

I know time’s hard for us mentally

Trying to take our joy, gotta reserve energy

My pupils on the police, my eye on the enemy

Until they do right it’s a fight till infinity

No choice but to thrive in the darkness

Power to the people, this system is heartless

Take no prisoners, better stay cautious

Better be ready, don’t let ‘em see you exhausted

That’s why our boy keep flossing

Pushing forward, expanding, evolving

Real progress, they don’t want it, they keep stalling

No accountability the nail in the coffin

Shoutout to my uncle Marvin

Taught me the knowledge, now I'm starving

Only the strong will survive, I ain’t talking Darwin

Evolutionary niggas spit flame new arson

I don’t need a pardon, fuck you, pay me

They say your boy a rebel, probably maybe

Blame it on the city ‘cause it’s how the city made me

I’ll be carefree prideful and crazy

Super melanated, super educated

Shout it from the rooftop, mama we gon’ make it

They don’t give liberty, you gotta take it

The laws they makin’, don’t bend, ‘em break it

Lets face it, this country wouldn’t give a pot to piss

And the cops are the worst kind of block of pigs

When they shoot they better hope the shot don’t miss

‘Cause niggas be gettin’ ready for the apocalypse

Hard times, hard times

Ain’t it all you see