| Song | Going Hard |
| Artist | Talib Kweli |
| Album | The Beautiful Struggle |
| 作曲 : Charlemagne, Greene, Smyth | |
| I got a part to play, we going hard these days | |
| **** the harder way, we're doing it the smarter way | |
| To my God | |
| I pray, that's how | |
| I start my day | |
| The bullets starts to spray the revolution starts today | |
| I say the ****t these people ain't got the heart to say | |
| **** the harder way, we doing it the smarter way | |
| To my God | |
| I pray, that's how | |
| I start my day | |
| The bullets starts to spray the revolution starts today | |
| You say you never scared there's kids in other countries | |
| Making jerseys, jeans, and sneakers they could never wear | |
| Parents never there, they're busy building homes | |
| They can't afford to buy, cars they can't afford to drive | |
| Working jobs that don't support their life | |
| You busy screaming gangsta, gangsta all that talk is strife | |
| You already know lost the fight if you don't know the cost of life | |
| These kids is forced to fight a war they can't outrun | |
| Ain't got no shoes but got a gun | |
| Now where the **** he pulled that out from? | |
| People ask me how we wearing diamonds | |
| When there's little kids in | |
| Sierra Leone | |
| Losing arms for crying while they mining | |
| Probably an orphan who's momma died of aids | |
| He built a coffin working often but he never paid | |
| Forever slaving in the world that's forever cold | |
| Becoming the man of the house at 11 years old | |
| This reality rap, | |
| I get inside the mentality that | |
| Terrorize you like a cowardly act | |
| I got a part to play, we going hard these days | |
| **** the harder way, we're doing it the smarter way | |
| To my God | |
| I pray, that's how | |
| I start my day | |
| The bullets starts to spray the revolution starts today | |
| I say the ****t these people ain't got the heart to say | |
| **** the harder way, we doing it the smarter way | |
| To my God | |
| I pray, that's how | |
| I start my day | |
| The bullets starts to spray the revolution starts today | |
| I was sold to a sick | |
| European by a rich | |
| African battlin' | |
| Middle passages, | |
| I can't go back again | |
| Battlin' years of denied history, lies and mysteries | |
| Wives with misty eyes watchin' their hu****ands be beaten viciously | |
| Battle in the wilderness of | |
| North America | |
| Run by the river, only stoppin' to pray chased by predators | |
| Terrorists with etiquette who vote and kill their president | |
| Their capacity for evil so evident and prevalent | |
| Ain't no hesitation involved, a nation dissolved | |
| While we sit back waitin' to evolve | |
| Those who would trade in their freedom | |
| For their protection deserve neither | |
| Not a name, not tradition | |
| Religion, you learn | |
| Jesus, turn the other cheek | |
| Inherit the earth, just stay meek, **** the way you speak | |
| Try to run, we chop off your feet, fast forward to 2004 we selling | |
| Yo this ain't what | |
| I'm settling for, | |
| I want more, yo | |
| I got a part to play, we going hard these days | |
| **** the harder way, we're doing it the smarter way | |
| To my God | |
| I pray, that's how | |
| I start my day | |
| The bullets starts to spray the revolution starts today | |
| I say the ****t these people ain't got the heart to say | |
| **** the harder way, we doing it the smarter way | |
| To my God | |
| I pray, that's how | |
| I start my day | |
| The bullets starts to spray the revolution starts today |
| zuò qǔ : Charlemagne, Greene, Smyth | |
| I got a part to play, we going hard these days | |
| the harder way, we' re doing it the smarter way | |
| To my God | |
| I pray, that' s how | |
| I start my day | |
| The bullets starts to spray the revolution starts today | |
| I say the t these people ain' t got the heart to say | |
| the harder way, we doing it the smarter way | |
| To my God | |
| I pray, that' s how | |
| I start my day | |
| The bullets starts to spray the revolution starts today | |
| You say you never scared there' s kids in other countries | |
| Making jerseys, jeans, and sneakers they could never wear | |
| Parents never there, they' re busy building homes | |
| They can' t afford to buy, cars they can' t afford to drive | |
| Working jobs that don' t support their life | |
| You busy screaming gangsta, gangsta all that talk is strife | |
| You already know lost the fight if you don' t know the cost of life | |
| These kids is forced to fight a war they can' t outrun | |
| Ain' t got no shoes but got a gun | |
| Now where the he pulled that out from? | |
| People ask me how we wearing diamonds | |
| When there' s little kids in | |
| Sierra Leone | |
| Losing arms for crying while they mining | |
| Probably an orphan who' s momma died of aids | |
| He built a coffin working often but he never paid | |
| Forever slaving in the world that' s forever cold | |
| Becoming the man of the house at 11 years old | |
| This reality rap, | |
| I get inside the mentality that | |
| Terrorize you like a cowardly act | |
| I got a part to play, we going hard these days | |
| the harder way, we' re doing it the smarter way | |
| To my God | |
| I pray, that' s how | |
| I start my day | |
| The bullets starts to spray the revolution starts today | |
| I say the t these people ain' t got the heart to say | |
| the harder way, we doing it the smarter way | |
| To my God | |
| I pray, that' s how | |
| I start my day | |
| The bullets starts to spray the revolution starts today | |
| I was sold to a sick | |
| European by a rich | |
| African battlin' | |
| Middle passages, | |
| I can' t go back again | |
| Battlin' years of denied history, lies and mysteries | |
| Wives with misty eyes watchin' their hu ands be beaten viciously | |
| Battle in the wilderness of | |
| North America | |
| Run by the river, only stoppin' to pray chased by predators | |
| Terrorists with etiquette who vote and kill their president | |
| Their capacity for evil so evident and prevalent | |
| Ain' t no hesitation involved, a nation dissolved | |
| While we sit back waitin' to evolve | |
| Those who would trade in their freedom | |
| For their protection deserve neither | |
| Not a name, not tradition | |
| Religion, you learn | |
| Jesus, turn the other cheek | |
| Inherit the earth, just stay meek, the way you speak | |
| Try to run, we chop off your feet, fast forward to 2004 we selling | |
| Yo this ain' t what | |
| I' m settling for, | |
| I want more, yo | |
| I got a part to play, we going hard these days | |
| the harder way, we' re doing it the smarter way | |
| To my God | |
| I pray, that' s how | |
| I start my day | |
| The bullets starts to spray the revolution starts today | |
| I say the t these people ain' t got the heart to say | |
| the harder way, we doing it the smarter way | |
| To my God | |
| I pray, that' s how | |
| I start my day | |
| The bullets starts to spray the revolution starts today |