He tries leading with his heartnWithout bleeding from his heartnBacardi dark and blunts sparked meetings in the parknJacques Cousteau below city level fleein from sharksnPushers playin while police with man up wit snitchers and NarcsnCould cheddar be so vital a piece of my souls survivalnTo the point to even go look for peace you load your riflenPast mistakes, court dates brand you for lifenForce hand makes the crackheads scramble for pipesnFast grands, take your high stakes gamble for icenLook at the surface of the game dang thatll be nicenFigured the purpose of the game man thatll be lifenOr get two circles on the chain wrists gotta be tightnEither your head on the cruiser or the lead from the LugernMighta made ya some dough but aint no bread in your futurenKinda movin too slow ya better spread fore they shoot yanHospital bed cant use your legs like ya use tonnBeing humans hardnBeing humans hard on the boulevard(x2)nnCome a little closer into the life of a smoker nWhere paranoia is the price to be sober over my shoulder nSeems to be the land of the lost and the home of the slavesnWhere soldiers carry toasters in holsters supposed to be bravenBut underneath the surface they purpose is lost in their waysnThey walk in a daze, the only time they spark when they blazenThey off in a maze, the high life youve lost to get paidnThe low life is when youre tossed in that cage or in that gravenSo I stay with an open mind, my minds opennWhen Im totin 9s on the grind hopin over timenI can climb to the top of the cliffnCuz right now Im standin at the edge stiff Im hopin that I dont slipnOne slight false move and my life in this tight gripnThe lose all strength in the time and be pricelessnThough my right fist is stuck in the air to show powernMy left hands holdin them grams of snow powdernnBeing humans hardnBeing humans hard on the boulevard(x2)nnI see dice games Im side bettin makin a killin mannHomies fuckin niggas swiping rings and chainsnMoney lost now a body picked up off groundnThat child saw it deafened by pain it was assault soundnBangs they all round, bangs on her hair nYessir her right there she livin the nightmarenIn the couch room bounce a tip wit curtains closednSupposed to dance but off the deck some piles a sniff she workin polesnSlice of onion make her crynCuz of lack of funding standards are lowered like dungeons only to survivenFor many life aint half over at the end of the ropenAt the end of its rope like they just smoked bad dope blended wit soap paintnBut were getting paid however we cannIts hard in Lexington and Im feelin less than a mannLeaders misleadin and weaving rivals for fraudnPlague like weed caught a swing from Moses rodnnBeing humans hardnBeing humans hard on the boulevard(x2)