Harsh Times

Wake up today, can't wait yet like no paycheck, I stayed next

Up and coming, Tom n Hook on the brooks

Come and look, check the pot, like it cook

No room for the crooks, we ace the book successful placement, we stay fed

Across time like looking back at my bad times

Like through the blinds, no lines to read between harsh times, and that's fine

I'm from the place where the corn grows high

I'm kicking back to watch this world pass by

With a case or two we're smoking blunts in the light

So sing away the day, as we drift into the night