Lyrics Hard Times - Run–D.M.C.

Hard times spreading just like the flu
Watch out homeboy don't let it catch you
P-p-p-prices go up
Don't let your pocket go down
When you got short money
You're stuck on the ground
Turn around, get ready, keep your eyes on the clock
And be on point for the future shock

Hard times
Hard times

Hard times ar coming to your town
So stay alert,
Don't let them get you down
They tell you times are tough
You here that times are hard
But when you work for that ace
You know you pulled the right card
Hard times got my pockets all in chains
I tell you what, homeboy,
It don't have my brain
All day I have to work at my beat
Because I need that dollar every day of the week

Hard times

Hard times can take you on a natural trip
So keep your balance and don't you slip
Hard times is nothing new on me
I'm gonna use my strong mentality
Like the cream of the crop
Like the crop of the cream
B-b-b-beating hard times that is my theme
Hard times in life
Hard times in death
I'm gonna keep on fighting to my very last breath

Hard times, Hard times
Hard times, Hard times
Hard times, Hard times
Hard times