It's hard times living in this city You wake up every morning in the unforgiving Out there somewhere in the city There's people living lives without mercy or pity It's how they roll I feel good, yeah I'm feeling fine I feel better then I have for the longest time I think these pills have been good for me I think they banished all my blues into infinity That's how I roll Sometimes I wake up at night, I don't know what it is But I must have got a fright I thought I heard a scratching underneath the floor Does the devil come to get you at a quarter to four It's how he rolls "Too late," she cried out loud Her voice emerging from her inner shroud Too much, I heard her choke It's all she says after last years stroke She has a hard time living in this city She wakes up every morning in the unforgiving And out there somewhere in the city There's people living lives without mercy or pity It's how it rolls Dear god, it's how they roll