Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Marcos Curiel
Guitar
Traa Daniels
Bass Guitar
Wuv Bernardo
Drums
Howard Benson
Keyboards
Santos
Percussion
Sonny Sandoval
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marcos Curiel
Songwriter
Sonny Sandoval
Songwriter
Traa Daniels
Songwriter
Wuv Bernardo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ernie Vigil
Assistant Engineer
Marc Moncrief
Assistant Engineer
Matt Silva
Assistant Engineer
Gavin Lurssen
Mastering Engineer
Bobby Brooks
Engineer
Howard Benson
Producer
Chris Lord-Alge
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
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
Cannot relate
With 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 countin' my blessings
The next second my eyes blink?
Here in the Southtown
Hey, you know that kids 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
Here in the Southtown
Hey, you know that kids 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
One love (One love)
It's easier said than done
Can I rise above everything that's in my way?
Like words you say (Words you say)
You let your tongue get loose
But when push comes to shove
Not used to walking away
I keep on looking up (Looking up)
'Cause these times, they getting tough
Tomorrow's gone and it's the same old song
(Same old song)
Father, fill my cup
ive me strength to power up
A life to shine
You're the diamond in this rough
Here in the Southtown
Hey, you know that kids 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
Here in the Southtown
Hey, you know that kids 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
(Don't wanna throw up my fist)
(Ain't gots to be like this)
(Don't wanna throw up my fist)
(I must resist)
(Don't wanna throw up my fist)
(Ain't gots to be like this)
(Don't wanna throw up my fist)
(I must resist)
(Don't wanna throw up my fist)
(Ain't gots to be like this)
(Don't wanna throw up my fist)
(I must resist)
It ain't got to be
Like this
It ain't got to be
It ain't got to be
Like this, ain't gots to be like this
Like this, ain't gots to be like this
Like this, ain't gots to be like this
Like this, ain't gots to be like this
Like this
Here in the Southtown
Hey, you know that kids 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
Here in the Southtown
You know that kids 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
Here in the Southtown
Written by: Marcos Curiel, Sonny Sandoval, Traa Daniels, Wuv Bernardo