(with John Legend, feat. Black Thought) [John Legend] Yeah-yeah, ooohhhhhhhhh So many hard times Yea-yeahhhhhh, ooohhhhhhhhhh Yeahhhh-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeahhhh YEAHHHHH, yeah-yeah YEAHHHHHHHHHH Cold, cold eyes upon me they stare People all around me and they're all in fear They don't seem to want me but they won't admit I must be some kind of creature up here having fits From my party house, I'm afraid to come outside Although I'm filled with love, I'm afraid they'll hurt my pride So I play the part I feel they want of me And I pull the shades so I won't see them seeing me [Chorus: John Legend - 2X] Having hard times, in this crazy town Having hard times, there's no love to be found [John Legend] Yeah, yeah, yeah In my party house I feel like meeting others Familiar faces, creed and race, a brother But to my surprise I find a man corrupt Although he be my brother, he wants to hold me up [Chorus: John Legend - 2X] [Black Thought] Check it out, seventeen years and counting I'm tryna climb up the rough side of the mountain Friends warned me I'ma have to do it without them No problem really, it was never about them So my house, I never come out from cause every day a drought, then a shadow of doubt come I'm down to do whatever if it betters my outcome The city's like the Audubon Ballroom waiting on Malcolm Cause people wanna see my blood flow like fountains I got nowhere to go and still feel like bouncing I'm looking for the closest window I can rap from or for the highest speaker-box that I can shout from And I'm hoping to feel like something is real But it's no hope when you are but a spoke in a wheel A brick in a wall, tryna find an opening still Having hard times, tryna climb over the hill [John Legend] Yeah, so many hard times, yeah, yeah Sleeping on motel floors, yeah, yeah Knocking on my brother's door Eating Spam, Oreos Drinking Thunderbird baby, yeaaaaaaahhhh [Chorus: John Legend - 4X] [John Legend] Yea-yeah, yea-yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeaaaahhh, yeah Yeah, mmmmm, yeah, yeaaah So many hard times, yeah, yeah Sleeping on motel floors, yeah, yeah Knocking on my brother's door Eating Spam and Oreos Drinking Thunderbird baby, ohhhhhhhhh, yeah I don't wanna do it no more No-no-no, no-no I don't wanna go back there no more No-ohhhhhh I don't wanna, I don't wanna, I don't wanna, I don't wanna..
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