Being Human's Hard

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
 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