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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
John Legend
Vocals
The Roots
Performer
Black Thought
Vocals
Jessyca Wilson
Background Vocals
Matt Cappy
Trumpet
Chris Farr
Saxophone
Randy Bowland
Guitar
Larry Gold
String Conductor
Emma Kummrow
Violin
Igor Szwec
Violin
Olga Konopelsky
Violin
Charles Parker
Violin
Gregory Teperman
Violin
Michelle Bishop
Violin
Davis Barnett
Viola
Ruth Frazier
Viola
Jennie Lorenzo
Cello
Ahmir Thompson
Drums
Kirk Douglas
Electric Guitar
Owen Biddle
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Curtis Mayfield
Songwriter
Larry Gold
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Legend
Producer
Questlove
Producer
James Poyser
Producer
Alex Venguer
Recording Engineer
Chris Soper
Recording Engineer
Nick Banns
Recording Engineer
Steven Mandel
Engineer
Jon Smeltz
Engineer
Ryan Kelly
Assistant Engineer
Derik Lee
Assistant Engineer
Jimmy Douglass
Mixing Engineer
Maki Suzuki
Assistant Engineer
Darren Moore
Assistant Engineer
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Yeah-yeah, oh
So many hard times
Yea-yeah, oh
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah
Cold, cold eyes upon me they stare
People all around me and they're all in fear
They don't seem to want me but they won't admit
I must be some kind of creature up here having fits
From my party house, I'm afraid to come outside
Although I'm filled with love, I'm afraid they'll hurt my pride
So I play the part I feel they want of me
And I pull the shades so I won't see them seeing me
Having hard times, in this crazy town
Having hard times, there's no love to be found
Having hard times, in this crazy town
Having hard times, there's no love to be found
Yeah, yeah, yeah
In my party house I feel like meeting others
Familiar faces, creed and race, a brother
But to my surprise, I find a man corrupt
Although he be my brother, he wants to hold me up
Having hard times, in this crazy town
Having hard times, there's no love to be found
Having hard times, in this crazy town
Having hard times, there's no love to be found
Check it out, seventeen years and counting
Of tryna climb up the rough side of the mountain
Friends warned me I'ma have to do it without them
No problem really, it was never about them
So my house, I never come out from
'Cause every day a drought, then a shadow of doubt come
I'm down to do whatever if it betters my outcome
The city's like the Audubon Ballroom waiting on Malcolm
'Cause people wanna see my blood flow like fountains
I got nowhere to go and still feel like bouncing
I'm looking for the closest window I can rap from
Or for the highest speaker-box that I can shout from
And I'm hoping to feel like something is real
But it's no hope when you are but a spoke in a wheel
A brick in a wall, tryna find an opening still
Having hard times, tryna climb over the hill
Yeah, so many hard times, yeah, yeah
Sleeping on motel floors, yeah, yeah
Knocking on my brother's door
Eating Spam, Oreos
Drinking Thunderbird baby, yeah
Hard times, in this crazy town
Having hard times, there's no love to be found
Having hard times, in this crazy town
Having hard times, there's no love to be found
Having hard times, in this crazy town
Having hard times, there's no love to be found
Having hard times, in this crazy town
Having hard times, there's no love to be found
Yea-yeah, yea-yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
So many hard times, yeah, yeah
Sleeping on motel floors, yeah, yeah
Knocking on my brother's door
Eating Spam and Oreos
Drinking Thunderbird baby, oh, yeah
I don't wanna do it no more
No-no-no, no-no
I don't wanna go back there no more
No-oh
I don't wanna, I don't wanna, I don't wanna, I don't wanna
Writer(s): Curtis Mayfield
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