Corrección Letra Hard Times par Tom Morello

Featuring(s) : Chipotle Joe, Jim Jones & Nathaniel Rateliff

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Letra

[Intro: Nathaniel Rateliff]
Hard times, hard times
Ain’t it all you see

[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
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 (Skrrt)
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

[Verse 2: Chipotle Joe]
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

[Outro: Nathaniel Rateliff]
Hard times, hard times
Ain’t it all you see

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