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And I'm til I'm attacked
They say "You grindin' til you tired"
So I'm grindin' with my eyes
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 hell am I right?
My

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

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

We are not the same, I am a
So approach my Phantom doors caution
You see them 24's spinnin' I earned
And I no preacher but here's my Erick Sermon
So eat this black music and me how it taste now
And fuck Jackson cause it ain't about race now
Sometimes I think my life, with my face down
Then I see my and put on that Kanye smile
Damn, I know his momma
And since you helped me my +Dream+ we can share my momma now
And M.J.B.: "No More Drama" now
Living the "Good Life", me and on common ground
I spit crack, and niggas drive it out of town
Got a Chris Paul state, I'm never out of bounds
My life used to be empty a Glock without a round
Now my full, like a chopper with a thousand rounds

And I'm grindin' til I'm
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 so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't my life?
Like what the hell am I right?
My

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

And I'm til I'm attacked
They say "You ain't til you tired"
So I'm grindin' with my eyes
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 the hell am I doing right?
My

(My Life)