Jim Jones - Hard Times lyrics

[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 (fu*k 'em) I’m just tired of the man trying to target us I know a President ain’t never ever pardon us (fu*k '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 ni**as spit flame new arson I don’t need a pardon, fu*k 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 ni**as be gettin’ ready for the apocalypse [Outro: Nathaniel Rateliff] Hard times, hard times Ain’t it all you see