Tv Rock
It Aint Easy

Its my look, my walk, style, my flow.
Got me rocking to the beat of the drum.
Got to appreciate the talk of the town.
Because I know my dreams and Im breaking them down.
I said "What?"
You're a lyricist
They saw "Huh?"
You're a given gift
But none of it was made from a miracle
Take over the world and turn my mic into gold
It aints easy

Work hard, make it work
Only work for your own dreams
Not your mommas, your papas, your sisters and your friends.
Work hard and make it work
Only work for your own dreams
Not your lovers, your brothers, your bosses or your friends.

They see me rocking in my high-heel shoes
Another time high-tops and tracksuits
I dont dress or sing to express
I move along to my double time beat
I keep it level on the underground streets
High on the 80's, rock on the 90's
Who took you there?
Nancy Vice did.

Work hard, make it work
Only work for your own dreams
Not your mommas, your papas, your sisters and your friends.
Work hard and make it work
Only work for your own dreams
Not your lovers, your brothers, your bosses or your friends.

The hard times make us who we are
The hard times make us who we are
The hard times make us who we are
The hard times make us who we are

You see I got no boundaries
No one owns me
Im never looking for the straight flush, gold rush
High life (aint enough for me)
High times (just arent the life I need)
Found my path, my world,my love, my sound
Exploded (to the underground)
From the tip of my tongue, where the storys begun, yeah.

The hard times make us who we are

Work hard, make it work
Only work for your own dreams
Not your mommas, your papas, your sisters and your friends.

The hard times make us who we are
The hard times make us who we are


Mirror lyrics:

The hard times make us who we are
The hard times make us who we are

Not your mommas, your papas, your sisters and your friends.
Only work for your own dreams
Work hard, make it work

The hard times make us who we are

From the tip of my tongue, where the storys begun, yeah.
Exploded (to the underground)
Found my path, my world,my love, my sound
High times (just arent the life I need)
High life (aint enough for me)
Im never looking for the straight flush, gold rush
No one owns me
You see I got no boundaries

The hard times make us who we are
The hard times make us who we are
The hard times make us who we are
The hard times make us who we are

Not your lovers, your brothers, your bosses or your friends.
Only work for your own dreams
Work hard and make it work
Not your mommas, your papas, your sisters and your friends.
Only work for your own dreams
Work hard, make it work

Nancy Vice did.
Who took you there?
High on the 80's, rock on the 90's
I keep it level on the underground streets
I move along to my double time beat
I dont dress or sing to express
Another time high-tops and tracksuits
They see me rocking in my high-heel shoes

Not your lovers, your brothers, your bosses or your friends.
Only work for your own dreams
Work hard and make it work
Not your mommas, your papas, your sisters and your friends.
Only work for your own dreams
Work hard, make it work

It aints easy
Take over the world and turn my mic into gold
But none of it was made from a miracle
You're a given gift
They saw "Huh?"
You're a lyricist
I said "What?"
Because I know my dreams and Im breaking them down.
Got to appreciate the talk of the town.
Got me rocking to the beat of the drum.
Its my look, my walk, style, my flow.


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