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Hilltop Hoods

The Hard Road

 

The Hard Road

(альбом: The Hard Road - 2006)


[Verse 1 Suffa]
Growing up I needed a guide like, a blind veteran's dog,
Cos I was going nowhere like a child's letters to god,
Though life's road was hard I was never so lost,
That I looked for an answer in a medicine box,
I never did pop pills, or cop deals, just rocked hills
Kids with skills, still got harassed by the cops till,
They'd have me in the back of a paddy, down to lock up,
Smack me, pat me down for a baggy, mums would rock up,
And bail me out, a failure out once again,
Next weekend, bail me out, drunk again,
And I never will forgive myself,
For putting you through all that hell,
I went from high school dropout to factory labourer,
Slave to the clock until four, went from sleeping on the floor,
To being out on tour, now no stopping me,
I'll finish with a bang like Kurt Cobains biography.

Going down a hard road, down the hard road,
Don't know where I've been, and don't know where to go its like,
Going down a hard road, down the hard road,
Don't know where I've been.

[Verse 2 Pressure]
I spent my youth like life was cheap,
The only change that I wanted was enough to buy a drink,
Was on a path to nowhere, the harder the road,
The more broken baggage we carry the larger the load,
This school drop-out got knocked out, chased by the cops out,
Got clout, dumped by my girlfriend and locked out,
Been broke and beaten, even chocked at being,
A dope mc but never lost hope in dreaming,
We used to thrash boosted cars till the engine would fail,
If I never had bailed maybe I'd be dead or in jail,
And man I got no one else to blame,
I thank my family and music for keeping me sane,
But that's the breaks right? Started working late nights,
Never seeing daylight, getting paid like a slave might,
And I've done too many years to miss this for my missus,
To have to tell my son he nearly never existed.

Going down a hard road, down the hard road,
Don't know where I've been, and don't know where to go its like,
Going down a hard road, down the hard road,
Don't know where I've been, DJ Debris c'mon and break it down like,

[Verse 3 Suffa]
And I speak what I feel in the booth in the spirit of truth,
Cos all these kids that I meet man they mirror my youth,
And I could have gone the wrong way, the easy option,
But I chose to go the long way, the streets are watching,
So keep a look out, look up, B-Ballers keep your hook up,
Tear a page from my book out, and pull out,
Your finger put your foot out and keep a lookout,
For what we put out, the brand new flavour for your cookout.

Going down a hard road, down the hard road,
Don't know where I've been, and don't know where to go its like,
Going down a hard road, down the hard road,
Don't know where I've been...

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