P.O.D. Lyrics

Album: Warriors Ep

Southtown (ep version)

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