You think you're tough with your bass speakers kicking in the back And your triple X lyrics blaring from your puke green Cadillac You've got your bling bling on And your tattoos running up and down your arms Ah ain't you bad with the seat of your britches hanging down that far Yeah, I had to break it to you punk But all that stuff ain't got a thing to do with being tough Cause tough is your fingers bleeding It's a hundred degrees and you're gettin no pay Tough is your old man yelling Get up out of that bed at the break of day Keeping on going when you know you've had enough That's tough It might seem that I'm comin down a little hard on you But you think you're a man and you still gotta lot of growin up to do I bet you talk a big game when you're hangin with your boys in some pool hall But I wonder how you'd act if you ever had your back up against the wall Yeah I'm sure those joints you hang out in get pretty rough But you've got a lot to learn about being tough Cause tough is a single mom workin three jobs so her kids can eat Tough is reading bed time stories when your body's begging you to go to sleep Given all you've got for what you love That's tough See it wasn't very long ago My little brother was about your age He joined the Corp and before we knew it they shipped him away So far away And tough is a momma cryin waving goodbye as her baby leaves Tough is a teenage soldier on the front lines fighting just to keep you free Prayin for one more day from God above That's tough Son that's tough Pull your britches up! Take a little pride in yourself Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com