Life Hit Hard

Intro

(ayy) Yeah, yeah, yuh

Skrrt, skrrt—listen

Uh, uh, ah-ah

Verse

Alarm clock, empty pockets, mama say she prayed again (pray)

Bus stop dreams, ticket torn, I still ride in pain

Rent due, lights flicker, landlord yelling through the door

Got a list of coulda-woulda, but the list still wants more

I been folding busted shirts just to hide a crooked seam

Smiling for the camera, but I’m choking on the steam

Job calls me one day, ghosted the next day, ayy

Boss say hold on, I say how long? He say maybe

Credit score like a scar, it don’t heal, it just stays

Walking through a crowd but the silence got weight, ayy

Said I’d be somebody, that promise got lost in transit

Dreams on layaway, hope on a minus balance

I’m learning how to bargain with my worn-out confidence

Trading good nights for little wins, call that common sense

Phone screen lighting up with another bill I dodge

Tastes of better days but I’m chewing on mirage

Mama working double shifts while popping sleeping pills

We stitch the holes with stubbornness, that’s how we deal

Clock ticks like a judge, courtroom in my chest

I plead verse after verse but the verdict never rests

I got scars that map the route from then to now

I map them into lyrics, every line a vow (let it out)

Yuh, I’m tired but I’m stubborn, battle-scarred and loud

Walking crooked, walking proud, humble but I’m proud

Chorus

Life hit hard, life hit hard, life hit hard, life hit hard (yeah)

But I breathe, I breathe, I breathe, I breathe (uh)

Life hit hard, life hit hard, life hit hard, life hit hard (yuh)

But I move, I move, I move, I move (move)

Verse

Streetlight confession, I confess I’m still awake

Counting every small win like it’s currency I make

Friends fall like dominoes, people change their tune

Some nights I’m the sun, other times I’m the monsoon

I learned to sleep on hope and wake up on hustle

Turned my whisper into work and muscle into muscle

Promise rings in the trash, but the lessons still warm

I keep a careful heart, but I refuse to lock the door

Late night supermarket trips, cereal and empty talk

See a kid with clean shoes, remind me I can walk

Past the debt collectors, past the empty cupboards

Past the nights I prayed to be less scared of numbers

I hold to simple things: one breath, one step, one song

I repeat the mantras when the night gets long (repeat)

I ain’t asking for pity, I’m writing my own weather

Storms teach navigation, storms taught me tether

Ink-stained fingers, pockets low, eyes on the summit

Turn the pain to proof, turn the proof into a sonnet

Every scar a currency, spend it on tomorrow

Every loss a lesson—sometimes sorrow buys wisdom

So I hustle like a preacher and I pray like a thief

Stealing back my nights, saving fragments of belief

Yuh, I stumble, I bruise, I grind, I climb

Tell the mirror what I told the pavement—one at a time

Chorus

Life hit hard, life hit hard, life hit ha