"Southtown" lyrics
(originally by P.O.D.)
Welcome to hard times,
Back again like it's never been, for the first time
It seems to mess with my head.
So when I realize what it takes, can I relate?
With whatever, but never will it drive me to hate.
Could I 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.
You're in the southtown, you know that kid don't play.
Put it down on 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.
You're in the southtown, you know that kid don't play.
Put it down on 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.
One love it's easier said than done.
Can I rise above anything that gets in my way?
Like words you say, you let your tongue get loose
And when push comes to shove, I'm not used to walking away.
I keep on looking up, cause these times are getting tough.
Tomorrow's gone and its the same old song.
Father fill my cup, give me strength to power up.
A life to shine, you're the diamond in this rough.
You're in the southtown, you know that kid don't play.
Put it down on 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.
You're in the southtown, you know that kid don't play.
Put it down on 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.
Make us pay, make us pay,
Make us pay, make us pay.
Welcome to southtown, you know that kid don't play.
Put it down on 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.
You're in the southtown, you know that kid don't play.
Put it down on 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.
You're in the southtown
Back again like it's never been, for the first time
It seems to mess with my head.
So when I realize what it takes, can I relate?
With whatever, but never will it drive me to hate.
Could I 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.
You're in the southtown, you know that kid don't play.
Put it down on 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.
You're in the southtown, you know that kid don't play.
Put it down on 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.
One love it's easier said than done.
Can I rise above anything that gets in my way?
Like words you say, you let your tongue get loose
And when push comes to shove, I'm not used to walking away.
I keep on looking up, cause these times are getting tough.
Tomorrow's gone and its the same old song.
Father fill my cup, give me strength to power up.
A life to shine, you're the diamond in this rough.
You're in the southtown, you know that kid don't play.
Put it down on 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.
You're in the southtown, you know that kid don't play.
Put it down on 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.
Make us pay, make us pay,
Make us pay, make us pay.
Welcome to southtown, you know that kid don't play.
Put it down on 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.
You're in the southtown, you know that kid don't play.
Put it down on 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.
You're in the southtown
Thanks to yanoosh97 for adding these lyrics.
Writer(s): Marcos Curiel, Noah Bernardo, Mark Daniels, Paul Sandoval
