He tries leading with his heart
Without bleeding from his heart
Bacardi dark and blunts sparked meetings in the park
Jacques Cousteau below city level fleein from sharks
Pushers playin while police with man up wit snitchers and Narcs
Could cheddar be so vital a piece of my souls survival
To the point to even go look for peace you load your rifle
Past mistakes, court dates brand you for life
Force hand makes the crackheads scramble for pipes
Fast grands, take your high stakes gamble for ice
Look at the surface of the game dang thatll be nice
Figured the purpose of the game man thatll be life
Or get two circles on the chain wrists gotta be tight
Either your head on the cruiser or the lead from the Luger
Mighta made ya some dough but aint no bread in your future
Kinda movin too slow ya better spread fore they shoot ya
Hospital bed cant use your legs like ya use to
Being humans hard
Being humans hard on the boulevard(x2)
Come a little closer into the life of a smoker
Where paranoia is the price to be sober over my shoulder
Seems to be the land of the lost and the home of the slaves
Where soldiers carry toasters in holsters supposed to be brave
But underneath the surface they purpose is lost in their ways
They walk in a daze, the only time they spark when they blaze
They off in a maze, the high life youve lost to get paid
The low life is when youre tossed in that cage or in that grave
So I stay with an open mind, my minds open
When Im totin 9s on the grind hopin over time
I can climb to the top of the cliff
Cuz right now Im standin at the edge stiff Im hopin that I dont slip
One slight false move and my life in this tight grip
The lose all strength in the time and be priceless
Though my right fist is stuck in the air to show power
My left hands holdin them grams of snow powder
Being humans hard
Being humans hard on the boulevard(x2)
I see dice games Im side bettin makin a killin man
Homies fuckin niggas swiping rings and chains
Money lost now a body picked up off ground
That child saw it deafened by pain it was assault sound
Bangs they all round, bangs on her hair
Yessir her right there she livin the nightmare
In the couch room bounce a tip wit curtains closed
Supposed to dance but off the deck some piles a sniff she workin poles
Slice of onion make her cry
Cuz of lack of funding standards are lowered like dungeons only to survive
For many life aint half over at the end of the rope
At the end of its rope like they just smoked bad dope blended wit soap paint
But were getting paid however we can
Its hard in Lexington and Im feelin less than a man
Leaders misleadin and weaving rivals for fraud
Plague like weed caught a swing from Moses rod
Being humans hard
Being humans hard on the boulevard(x2)