Being Human's Hard - CunninLynguists, Versatile

He try 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 man up with snitchers and narcs

Could cheddar be so vital a piece of my soul’s 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, that’ll be nice

Figured the purpose of the game, man, that’ll 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 ain’t no bread in your future

Kinda movin' too slow, ya better spread 'fore they shoot ya

Hospital bed, can’t use your legs like ya use to

«—being human’s hard—»

«—being human’s hard—on the boulevard»

«—being human’s hard—»

«—being human’s hard—on the boulevard»

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 they ways

They walk in a daze, the only time they spark when they blaze

They off in a maze, the high life you’ve lost to get paid

The low life is when you’re tossed in that cage, or in that grave

So I stay with an open mind, my mind’s open

When I’m totin' 9s on the grind hopin' over time

I can climb to the top of the cliff

'Cause right now I’m standin' at the edge stiff, I’m hopin' that I don’t 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 hand’s holdin' them grams of snow powder

«—being human’s hard—»

«—being human’s hard—on the boulevard»

«—being human’s hard—»

«—being human’s hard—on the boulevard»

I see dice games, I’m 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 an 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 with curtains closed

Supposed to dance but off the deck some piles a sniff she workin' poles

Slice of onion make her cry

'Cause of lack of funding standards are lowered like dungeons only to survive

For many life ain’t half over at the end of its rope

Like they just smoked bad dope blended with soap paint

But were getting paid however we can

It’s hard in Lexington, and I’m feelin' less than a man

Leaders misleadin' and weavin' rivals for fraud

Plague like weed caught a swing from Moses' rod

«—being human’s hard—»

«—being human’s hard—on the boulevard»

«—being human’s hard—»

«—being human’s hard—on the boulevard»