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Run DMC - Hard Times Lyrics

Hard times spreadin' just like the flu
Watch out, homeboy, don't let it catch you
P-p-p-prices go up, don't let your pocket go down
When you got short money you're stuck on the ground
Turn around, get ready, keep your eye on the clock
And be on point for the future shock

Hard times
Hard times

Hard times are comin' to your town
So stay alert, don't let them get you down
They tell you times are tough, you hear that times are hard
But when you work for that ace, you know you pulled the right card
Hard times got our pockets all in chains
I'll tell you what, homeboy, it don't have my brain
All day I have to work at my peak
Because I need that dollar every day of the week

Hard times

Hard times can take you on a natural trip
So keep your balance, and don't you slip
Hard times is nothin' new on me
I'm gonna use my strong mentality
Like the cream of the crop, like the crop of the cream
B-b-b-beatin' hard times, that is my theme
Hard times in life, hard times in death
I'm gonna keep on fightin' to my very last breath

Hard times
Hard times
Hard times
Hard times
Hard times
Hard times
Hard times
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Written By: William Waring, Lawrence Smith, Darryl McDaniels, Joseph Simmons