This is a song about "Ghetto and hard life"

It’s the hard knock life (x2)

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

I say its a hard life growing up, with no trust with you're parents, hard life

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

It’s the hard knock life (x2)

Real words...elegant: a piece of art

My life wasn't hard and still ain't that hard,

Wood chain with a jesus

It’s the hard knock life, for us,

Life ain't nothing but hard bumps and bruises

Your dad's purple heart now hangs over his ashes

And i still banging in that ghetto zone

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

The hard life is something hard to survive

The bittersweet of life, of life