[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?)



[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?)