Southtown Songtext
von P.O.D.

Welcome to hard times, back again like it′s never been
For the first time, it seems to mess with my head
So 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 here is real life, circumstances make you think
Should I be counting my blessings the next second my eyes blink?

Here in the Southtown, hey, you know that kid don't play
Put it down in 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

Here in the Southtown, hey, you know that kid don′t play
Put it down in 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


One love (one love), it's easier said than done
Can I rise above (rise above) everything that's in my way?
Like words you say (words you say), you let your tongue get loose
And when push comes to shove, I′m not used to walking away
I keep on looking up (looking up) ′cause these times are getting tough
Tomorrow's gone, and it′s the same old song (same old song)
Father, fill my cup, give me strength to power up (power up)
A life to shine, you're the diamond in this rough

Here in the Southtown, hey, you know that kid don′t play
Put it down in 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

Here in the Southtown, hey, you know that kid don't play
Put it down in 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

Don′t wanna throw up my fist, ain't gots to be like this
Don't wanna throw up my fist, I must resist
Don′t wanna throw up my fist, ain′t gots to be like this
Don't wanna throw up my fist, I must resist
Don′t wanna throw up my fist, ain't gots to be like this
Don′t wanna throw up my fist, I must resist
Don't wanna throw up my fist, ain′t gots to be like this
Don't wanna throw up my fist, I must resist


It ain't gots to be (like this)
It ain′t gots to be (like this)
It ain′t gots to be (like this)
It ain't gots to be (like this)
Like this, ain′t gots to be like this (like this)
Like this, ain't gots to be like this (like this)
Like this, ain′t gots to be like this (like this)
Like this, ain't gots to be like this (here in the Southtown, like this)
Like this

Here in the Southtown, hey, you know that kid don′t play
Put it down in 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

Here in the Southtown, you know that kid don't play
Put it down in 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

Here in the Southtown