Текст песни P.O.D. - Southtown

Welcome to hard times
Back again like its never been for the first time
It seem to mess with my head
When I relaize what it takes
Can I relate it whatever
But never will it drive me to hate
Could be the next guy that you take before I wake
Now I lay me down to sleep
Eyes tight when I pray this here is real life
Circumstances make you think should I be counting my blessings
The next second my eyes blink here in the sothtown
You know that kid don't play
Put it down in the streets
Will I see another day if I make it back this time
Gots to hold what is mine
And thank god that I made it alive
It ain't gots to be like this
Don't wanna throw up my fist
Don't wanna be like this
Don't wanna throw up my fist
I must resist
It ain't gots to be like this