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P.O.D.

Payable on Death (stylized as P.O.D.) is an American nu metal band formed in 1992. The band's line-up consists of vocalist Sonny Sandoval, drummer Wuv Bernardo, guitarist Marcos Curiel, and bassist Traa Daniels. more »

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2000

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Welcome to hard times 
Back again like it's never been for the first time 
It seem to mess with my head when I realize what it takes 
Can I relate with whatever but never will it drive me to hate 
Could be the next guy that you take before I wake 
Now I lay me down to sleep eyes tight when I pray this here is real life 
Circumstances make you think should I be counting my blessings 
The next second my eyes blink 

Here in the southtown 
You know that kids don't play 
Put it down in the streets, will I see another day 
If I make it back this time, got to hold what is mine 
And thank God that I made it alive 
Here in the southtown 
You know that kids don't play 
Put it down in the streets, will I see another day 
If I make it back this time, got to hold what is mine 
And thank God that I made it alive 

One love it's easier said than done 
Can I rise above anything that gets in my way 
Like words you say, you let your tongue get loose 
And when push comes to shove, I'm not used to walking away 
I keep on looking up, because these times are getting tough 
Tomorrow's gone and it's the same old song 
Father fill my cup, give me strength to power up 
A life to shine, you'r the diamond in this rough 

Here in the southtown 
You know that kids don't play 
Put it down in the streets, will I see another day 
If I make it back this time, got to hold what is mine 
And thank God that I made it alive 
Here in the southtown 
You know that kids don't play 
Put it down in the streets, will I see another day 
If I make it back this time, got to hold what is mine 
And thank God that I made it alive 

It ain't got to be like this 
Don't want to throw up my fist 
Don't want to be like this 
Don't want to throw up my fist 
I must resist, it ain't got to be like this 
I must resist, it ain't got to be like this 
I must resist, it ain't got to be like this 
I must resist, it ain't got to be like this 

Here in the southtown 
You know that kids don't play 
Put it down in the streets, will I see another day 
If I make it back this time, got to hold what is mine 
And thank God that I made it alive 
Here in the southtown 
You know that kids don't play 
Put it down in the streets, will I see another day 
If I make it back this time, got to hold what is mine 
And thank God that I made it alive 
Here in the southtown

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