[scratched:] "Whattya think makes up a K-R-S?" [KRS-One:] Skinny cat, young cat, with a knapsack strapped to my back 1981 before the crack attack I used to let the Olde English 800 suds bubble In the last car of the Franklin Avenue shuttle Brooklyn, no doubt, Wingate Park, no doubt Prospect Park I'm all laid out Homeless, my gear played out and I know this But I'm an MC I stay focused I took the shuttle to the D and wrote my rhymes in a hour Took the D to the E, last stop the Twin Towers Sittin in the belly of the beast In the World Trade organization, bein harassed by the police I wrote my rhymes right there on the spot New York City, 1984 corruption was hot Cats sellin uzis out the Jacob Javits Center for a high price Let me tell you 'bout my life [Chorus:] [scratched:] "The type of shit a young black man gotta go through every day of his life" [scratched:] "Hard times to live in Wake up in the morning thank God" [scratched:] "The type of shit a young black man gotta go through every day of his life" [scratched:] "Hard times to live in Wake up in the morning" ... "Now it's my turn"