Hard Bastards Songtext
von Roots Manuva
Hard Bastards Songtext
The pain is in the planning from the man dem on the mission
Position of them glories gotten from a basic
The sense of overcoming all the hurt and all the setbacks
Dirty little sweatbacks brings them on their neck backs
Of them dem not knowing how stupid it will get
A whisper in the street ain′t never a secret
Nothing is for keeps when you're trying or you′re lying
Through the second and the third hands of strands of illusions
Fed to the honest hard working types
Who's here willing to take the chance on the mic
To write a little bar and show some regard
For the ordinary hero here and everywhere
Busy 'til they drop dead, machine has truly got them
The price ain′t always measured in the money
Everybody, anybody wanna be somebody
And we all truly are long as we see through the lies
See through the lights, realize the might
That just might appear from the most unlikely places
Hidden in the sacred space between the thought
Hard bars from the hard arse bastards
It′s not me but I know a few bastards
And most broke cunts are all true bastards
And most rich cunts are even more bastards
Basking in the glory of getting to the life
Life in the fast lane might seem nice
Got a little peace, got a little rice
You cross your heart and hope to stay alive
You cross your heart and hope to stay alive
You may not know
When you ride on that road
And we take you
Inside the eye of time
You may not know
When you ride on that road
And we take you
Inside the eye of time
The eye of time
Things are getting bleak, we ain't seen the worst
Kids are having kids, kids that will never work
Granddad never worked, daddy never worked
Now three generations don′t give a shit about work
They all got aspirations but nothing is supposed to
The TV and the magazine it keeps them kind of hopeful
That one day in some way they'll get a lucky break
In the meantime that plant food provides a cheap escape
The government don′t trust them and keeps them all in place
With cheap food and cheap booze that keeps them out of shape
The underclass, the lowly class with no damn togetherness
The union that sold them out and sold them togetherness
Will look the other way as the first becomes the third world
There's one world not three worlds, nothing free in a free market
Legitimate targets sitting suffocating
For the classless society and the endless enslavement
Hard bars from the hard arse bastards
It′s not me but I know a few bastards
And most broke cunts are all true bastards
And most rich cunts are even more bastards
Basking in the glory of getting to the life
Life in the fast lane might seem nice
Got a little peace, got a little rice
You cross your heart and hope to stay alive
You cross your heart and hope to stay alive
You may not know
When you ride on that road
And we take you
Inside the eye of time
You may not know
When you ride on that road
And we take you
Inside the eye of time
The eye of time
Position of them glories gotten from a basic
The sense of overcoming all the hurt and all the setbacks
Dirty little sweatbacks brings them on their neck backs
Of them dem not knowing how stupid it will get
A whisper in the street ain′t never a secret
Nothing is for keeps when you're trying or you′re lying
Through the second and the third hands of strands of illusions
Fed to the honest hard working types
Who's here willing to take the chance on the mic
To write a little bar and show some regard
For the ordinary hero here and everywhere
Busy 'til they drop dead, machine has truly got them
The price ain′t always measured in the money
Everybody, anybody wanna be somebody
And we all truly are long as we see through the lies
See through the lights, realize the might
That just might appear from the most unlikely places
Hidden in the sacred space between the thought
Hard bars from the hard arse bastards
It′s not me but I know a few bastards
And most broke cunts are all true bastards
And most rich cunts are even more bastards
Basking in the glory of getting to the life
Life in the fast lane might seem nice
Got a little peace, got a little rice
You cross your heart and hope to stay alive
You cross your heart and hope to stay alive
You may not know
When you ride on that road
And we take you
Inside the eye of time
You may not know
When you ride on that road
And we take you
Inside the eye of time
The eye of time
Things are getting bleak, we ain't seen the worst
Kids are having kids, kids that will never work
Granddad never worked, daddy never worked
Now three generations don′t give a shit about work
They all got aspirations but nothing is supposed to
The TV and the magazine it keeps them kind of hopeful
That one day in some way they'll get a lucky break
In the meantime that plant food provides a cheap escape
The government don′t trust them and keeps them all in place
With cheap food and cheap booze that keeps them out of shape
The underclass, the lowly class with no damn togetherness
The union that sold them out and sold them togetherness
Will look the other way as the first becomes the third world
There's one world not three worlds, nothing free in a free market
Legitimate targets sitting suffocating
For the classless society and the endless enslavement
Hard bars from the hard arse bastards
It′s not me but I know a few bastards
And most broke cunts are all true bastards
And most rich cunts are even more bastards
Basking in the glory of getting to the life
Life in the fast lane might seem nice
Got a little peace, got a little rice
You cross your heart and hope to stay alive
You cross your heart and hope to stay alive
You may not know
When you ride on that road
And we take you
Inside the eye of time
You may not know
When you ride on that road
And we take you
Inside the eye of time
The eye of time
Writer(s): Fred Gibson, Rodney Smyth Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
