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

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

And I'm grindin' til I'm
They say "You ain't 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 took so many of my people but I'm wonderin' why
You taken my life?
Like what the hell am I right?
My

We are not the same, I am a
So my Phantom doors with caution
You see them 24's 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 it ain't about race now
I think about my life, with my face down
Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye
Damn, I know his proud
And since you helped me my +Dream+ we can share my momma now
And like M.J.B.: "No Drama" now
the "Good Life", me and Common on common ground
I crack, and niggas could drive it out of town
Got a Paul mind state, I'm never out of bounds
My life to be empty like a Glock without a round
Now my life full, like a chopper a thousand rounds

And I'm grindin' til I'm
They say "You grindin' til you tired"
So I'm grindin' with my wide
Looking to find, a way the day
A light, for the
Lord, you've done took 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
Listening to the "Chronic" album, backwards
Shootin' at of Don Imus for target practice
My mind fucked up, so I cover it a Raider hood
I'm from the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of
Made my grandmother for good
And never made her happy, when I bet that new could
Ain't no bars, but niggas can't the hood
They took so many of my niggas, that I should the hood
But it's real niggas me, that make the hood
Ridin' slow in that just the way I should
With the top
In my Sox hat
I'm in full, the nigga Alpo couldn't stop that
Even if brought the nigga 'Pac back
I'd still this motherfucker cocked back

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

(My Life)