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And I'm til I'm attacked
They say "You ain't til you tired"
So I'm with my eyes wide
to find, a way through the day
A light, for the
Dear Lord, you've done took so many of my people but I'm just why
You haven't my life?
Like what the am I doing right?
My

Take me away the hood like a state penitentiary
me away from the hood in the casket or a Bentley
Take me
I overdosed on cocaine
Or me away like a bullet from Kurt Cobain
(suicide, suicide)
I'm a Windy City, like "Do or Die"
From a block to where Biggie was crucified
That was Brooklyn's
for no fuckin' reason
And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus
that's Jesus people
And The Game, he's the
Hated on so much, "The of Christ" need a sequel
Yeah, like needed Sigel
Like I needed my father, but he a needle
I some meditation, so I can leave my people
They askin' "Why?" Why did John Lennon The Beatles?
And why every hood nigga off evil?
Answer my question before this bullet this Desert Eagle

And I'm grindin' til I'm
say "You ain't grindin' til you tired"
So I'm grindin' my eyes wide
Looking to find, a way the day
A light, for the
Dear Lord, you've done so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't taken my
Like what the hell am I right?
My

We are not the same, I am a
So approach my doors with caution
You see them spinnin' I earned them
And I ain't no but here's my Erick Sermon
So eat this black and tell me how it taste now
And fuck Jesse Jackson cause it ain't about now
Sometimes I think about my life, with my face
Then I see my sons and put on Kanye smile
Damn, I know his proud
And you helped me sell my +Dream+ we can share my momma now
And like M.J.B.: "No Drama" now
Living the "Good Life", me and Common on common
I spit crack, and niggas drive it out of town
Got a Chris mind state, I'm never out of bounds
My life used to be like a Glock without a round
Now my life full, like a with a thousand rounds

And I'm til I'm attacked
say "You ain't grindin' til you tired"
So I'm with my eyes wide
to find, a way through the day
A light, for the
Dear Lord, you've done took so many of my people but I'm just why
You haven't my life?
Like what the hell am I doing
My

Walk through the of Hell, see my Impala parked in front
With the high beams on, me and the Devil chronic blunts
Listening to the "Chronic" album, backwards
Shootin' at pictures of Don for target practice
My fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood
I'm from the that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge
Made my pray for good
And never made her happy, I bet that new Mercedes could
no bars, but niggas can't escape the hood
They took so many of my niggas, that I hate the hood
But it's niggas like me, that make the hood
Ridin' slow in that Phantom just the way I
the top back
In my Sox hat
I'm paid in full, the nigga Alpo couldn't that
Even if they brought the nigga back
I'd still keep this motherfucker back

And I'm til I'm attacked
say "You ain't grindin' til you tired"
So I'm with my eyes wide
to find, a way through the day
A light, for the
Dear Lord, done took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't taken my
Like what the am I doing right?
My

(My Life)