HARD KNOCK LIFE :: BY WILLIAM J. BOOKER

“HARD KNOCK LIFE”

Everyday is an infusion of the last,

I almost comatose'd when the judge gave me a pass. 

I think about the times when I use to get high for thrills.

I didn’t give a damn if they were elderly or kids.

I took what I wanted,

cause I never had dreams.

I ran away from foster home at the age of thirteen.

I brought what I wanted, 

and I could go where I pleased. 

I knew all the pimps and the hustlers...they all knew me.

On the south side of Chicago, 

I grew up in Englewood, where if you weren’t in a gang,

you were misunderstood. 

P Stones, 

Black Stones and Disciples ran the show,

and when you stepped off the bus,

your black ass better know.

Back then I made the choice to do all the wrong things.

But as I stood before the judge,

suddenly my heart begin to sing.

Lord forgive me for all wrong, that I caused so many people.

I know I don’t deserve it,

but all I need is your forgiveness.

Everyday is an infusion of the last,

I almost comatose'd when the judge gave me a pass.

:: Hard Knock Life ::