"Southtown (ep version)" by P.O.D.

Welcome to hard times, back again like its never been 
For the first time it seem to mess with my head 
When I realize what it takes, can I 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 her is real life, circumstances make you think 
Should I be counting my blessings, the next second my eyes
blink 
Here in the Southtown you know that kid don't play 
Put it down it 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 got 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