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And I'm grindin' till I'm
They say you grindin' till you tired
So I'm grindin' my eyes wide
Looking to find, a way the day, a life of the night
Lord you've done took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You taken my life (x3)
what the hell am I doing right? ( x3)

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The hazing has
Take me from the hood like a state penitentiary
Take me away from the hood in the casket or a
Take me away, like I overdosed on
Take me away like a bullet from Kurt
Suicide (Suicide..suicide..), I'm from a city, like "Do or Die"
From a block close to where was crucified
That was Brooklyn's shot for no fuckin' reason
And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus (My Life x3)
'Cause that's Jesus people and Game the equal
on so much, "Passion of Christ" need a sequel
Yeah, like needed Sigel
Like I needed my father, but he a needle (My Life x3)
I need meditation, so I can leave my people
They ""Why"? Why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?"
And why hood nigga feed off evil?
my question before this bullet leave this Desert Eagle
[Lil'
And I'm grindin' I'm tired
They say you ain't grindin' till you
So I'm with my eyes wide
Looking to find, a way through the day, a of the night
Dear Lord you've done took so many of my people but I'm just why
You haven't taken my (x3)
Like what the hell am I right? ( x3)

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We are not the same, I am a
So approach my doors with caution (caution)
You see them spinnin'? I earned them
And all the pictures of me and Em, I them
So ain't no proof that I ever walked through 8 Mile
And since ain't no Proof, I never walked through 8 Mile
Sometimes I about my life with my face down
Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile (My x3)
Damn, I know his proud
And since you me sell my dream, we can share my momma now
And like MJB, no more now
Livin' the good life, me and Common on common
I crack and niggas could drive it outta town
Gotta Chris Paul mind state, I'm outta bounds
My life used to be like a glock without a round
Now my life full, a chopper with a thousand rounds. (Gunshots)
[Lil'
And I'm grindin' I'm tired
They say you ain't grindin' till you
So I'm grindin' with my wide
Looking to find, a way the day, a life of the night
Dear Lord you've done took so of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't taken my (x3)
Like what the hell am I right? ( x3)

3]
(My x3) Walk through the gates of Hell, see my Impala parked in front
The high beams on, me and Devil share blunts
Listening to the "Chronic" album, playing
at pictures of Don Imus for target practice
My mind fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider
I'm from the city that made you motherfuckers of Suge (Compton.... Compton...)
my grandmother pray for good
And never made her happy, when I bet that new Mercedes (My Life x3)
Ain't no bars, but niggas can't escape the
They took so many of my that I should hate the hood
But it's real like me that made the hood
Ridin' slow with that Phantom just the way I (My Life x3)
the top back in my Sox hat
I'm paid in full; the nigga Alpo couldn't stop
Even if they the nigga 'Pac back
I'd still keep motherfucker cocked back
[Lil'
And I'm till I'm tired
say you ain't grindin' till you tired
So I'm grindin' with my eyes
to find, a way through the day, a life of the night
Dear Lord you've took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't taken my (x3)
what the hell am I doing right? ( x3)

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