He tries leading with his heart   Without bleeding from his heart   Bacardi dark and blunts sparked meetings in the park   Jacques Cousteau below city level fleein from sharks   Pushers playin while police with man up wit snitchers and Narcs   Could cheddar be so vital a piece of my souls survival   To the point to even go look for peace you load your rifle   Past mistakes, court dates brand you for life   Force hand makes the crackheads scramble for pipes   Fast grands, take your high stakes gamble for ice   Look at the surface of the game dang thatll be nice   Figured the purpose of the game man thatll be life   Or get two circles on the chain wrists gotta be tight   Either your head on the cruiser or the lead from the Luger   Mighta made ya some dough but aint no bread in your future   Kinda movin too slow ya better spread fore they shoot ya   Hospital bed cant use your legs like ya use to      Being humans hard   Being humans hard on the boulevard(x2)      Come a little closer into the life of a smoker    Where paranoia is the price to be sober over my shoulder    Seems to be the land of the lost and the home of the slaves   Where soldiers carry toasters in holsters supposed to be brave   But underneath the surface they purpose is lost in their ways   They walk in a daze, the only time they spark when they blaze   They off in a maze, the high life youve lost to get paid   The low life is when youre tossed in that cage or in that grave   So I stay with an open mind, my minds open   When Im totin 9s on the grind hopin over time   I can climb to the top of the cliff   Cuz right now Im standin at the edge stiff Im hopin that I dont slip   One slight false move and my life in this tight grip   The lose all strength in the time and be priceless   Though my right fist is stuck in the air to show power   My left hands holdin them grams of snow powder      Being humans hard   Being humans hard on the boulevard(x2)      I see dice games Im side bettin makin a killin man   Homies fuckin niggas swiping rings and chains   Money lost now a body picked up off ground   That child saw it deafened by pain it was assault sound   Bangs they all round, bangs on her hair    Yessir her right there she livin the nightmare   In the couch room bounce a tip wit curtains closed   Supposed to dance but off the deck some piles a sniff she workin poles   Slice of onion make her cry   Cuz of lack of funding standards are lowered like dungeons only to survive   For many life aint half over at the end of the rope   At the end of its rope like they just smoked bad dope blended wit soap paint   But were getting paid however we can   Its hard in Lexington and Im feelin less than a man   Leaders misleadin and weaving rivals for fraud   Plague like weed caught a swing from Moses rod      Being humans hard   Being humans hard on the boulevard(x2)