Listen - Homeboy Sandman

IT’S SO HARD

TO MAKE IT THROUGH

TO KEEP LOVE, ON THE LEVEL

I GAVE MY SOUL TO YOU

I MAKE NO BARGAIN WITH THE DEVIL

Heavy hearted, light headed

I had cold feet

I was hot under the collar

I’s eager for my slice of Americana

Picket fence

Two point five kids, backyard pitching tents

I would pitch a tent, every time I pictured your magnificence

Or took a whiff, as if to sniff your scent

You was heaven sent

But I was hell bent

On helping

But you ain’t ask for my help

When I’d ask for myself

And your answer was withheld

That was bad for my health

You just had to be held

I just had to rebel

Which was bound to repel

Sick and tired intertwined

Father time would tell

Save the toying for Mattell

Not for toying with my head

I don’t know heads from tails

But I know very well

Things was going very well

Ain’t no fault in what we felt

I ain’t like every male

IT’S SO HARD

TO MAKE IT THROUGH

TO KEEP LOVE, ON THE LEVEL

I GAVE MY SOUL TO YOU

I MAKE NO BARGAIN WITH THE DEVIL

Does she love me or she love me not?

I asked the petals from a flower in a flower pot

But now that flower’s shot

I had to cop another flower from the flower spot

Does anybody have a hunch how not to allow too much when you allow a lot?

I want the key, I’m not empowered by the power lock

While seeking insight into tying the knot

Don’t be suprised to find your insides tied in knots

I give you all I got

But is it all for the crotch?

Is it all a crock?

Why am I watching clocks?

Why am I hatching plots?

I’m full of doubt

Why would I be so worried about pulling out if I was pulling out the stops

Before I met you I was barely wearing matching socks

But now I actually sob

IT’S SO HARD

TO MAKE IT THROUGH

TO KEEP LOVE, ON THE LEVEL

I GAVE MY SOUL TO YOU

I MAKE NO BARGAIN WITH THE DEVIL

We’re like day and night

I’m not saying to be in love you have to be alike

But how can be in love, not even be in like?

We are lying

You take everything as a slight and think I’m out of line

We’re both stars and we’re both bright, but we are not aligned

I used to think you was out of sight and wanted to make you mine

Nowadays I want you out of sight and out of mind

But not all the time

So I’ve invested lots of time in trying to turn the tide

I think that that was worth a try

I mean I thought you were the perfect person with whom to birth a tribe

So there’s my diatribe

It’s how I pay my tithe to help me triumph through these trying times

I’m down to swallow pride

But I gotta follow signs