Asia Davis - Hard Like Brooklyn Lyrics

(Disclaimer: Hard Like Brooklyn tells about all the things I have seen and not physically done, please interview me for a more indeapth look into this song and do not assume. For many people life is not wonderful poppy fields and I wanted to tell my struggle and shine a light on a the ghettos where innocent young black men are killed every day)
RIP Oscar Grant, Killed at a bus stop in San Francisco by a cop sho shot him in the head with hand cuff on. Gone but never forgotten and to all the rest of those out there innocent and killed by people who are ignorant. RIP Say Thiere names! BLM, Let this be a true documentation of history and so our children to come will be notified on how it is in the world for them.

I was born in these streets,
Put on in the streets,
Mama was a hustler so its bread in me,
Papa Was a Rolling Stone lights was on,
But he never never never came home,
I'm from that hard knock knock,
I blame that hard rock rock,
Watching suicide and homicide
Was grinding in the streets and then the block got hot,
And we blame the cops,
Spend my whole life trying slang the Rock,
And my boy got popped now my heart is built brooklyn blocks,

I'm hard like Brooklyn
I'm hard like Brooklyn (Like Brooklyn baby)
I'm hard like Brooklyn
Im hard like Like Brooklyn ( like brooklyn yeah babeh)

Yeah Imma b**** cuz I seen a lot,
Cant keep no friends but they all get shot,
Is tragic,
Yeah I'm a Savage,
I got a bad habit,
Can you handle it,
Carry blades my mouth,
Just in case, snitches get loud,
These streets are like Iraq,
Seen girls beat wit a bat,
Some even skate on crack,
Some are soft so we call em wack
Thrown into These taxi lanes,
The block is hard andI'm screaming my pain,
Tripping now cuz you know my name,
Run a run a run a run a run the block
Run a run a run a run a run from the cops
The block is hot the block is hot

I'm hard like Brooklyn
I'm hard like Brooklyn (Like Brooklyn baby)
I'm hard like Brooklyn
Im hard like Like Brooklyn ( like brooklyn yeah babeh)

Drop the beat AE,
So numb from the pain
Looking around my who's to blame,
Like The Boondocks execution-style
Handcuffed on his knees access denied,
We know they ain't been caught before,
Caught camera and a little bit more,
At the bart in broad daylight
He couldn't even put up a fight (RIP Oscar Grant)

Bring the beat back,
I'm hard like Brooklyn,
I'm hard like Brooklyn (Like Brooklyn baby),
I'm hard like Brooklyn,
Im hard like Like Brooklyn ( like brooklyn yeah babeh)

Ba dadadadadada. Brooklyn baby sunday. They call Me Brooklyn baby, yup yup yup yeah baby, they call Me Brooklyn baby

Ba dadadadadada. Brooklyn