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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
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 taken my
Like what the hell am I right?
My

Take me away the hood like a state penitentiary
me away from 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 City, like "Do or Die"
From a close to where Biggie was crucified
was Brooklyn's Jesus
Shot for no fuckin'
And you wonder why wears Jesus pieces?
that's Jesus people
And The Game, he's the
Hated on so much, "The Passion of Christ" a sequel
Yeah, like Roc-a-fella needed
I needed my father, but he needed a needle
I need 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 til I'm attacked
They say "You 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 my life?
Like the hell am I doing right?
My

We are not the same, I am a
So approach my doors with caution
You see 24's spinnin' I earned them
And I ain't no preacher but my Erick Sermon
So eat this black music and tell me how it now
And Jesse Jackson cause it ain't about race now
Sometimes I think about my life, my face down
Then I see my sons and put on Kanye smile
Damn, I know his momma
And since you helped me sell my +Dream+ we can 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 Paul mind state, I'm never out of
My life used to be empty like a Glock a round
Now my life full, like a chopper with a rounds

And I'm grindin' til I'm
They say "You ain't til you tired"
So I'm grindin' with my 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 my life?
Like what the am I doing right?
My

Walk through the gates of Hell, see my parked in front
the high beams on, me and the Devil share chronic blunts
Listening to the "Chronic" album, playing
Shootin' at of Don Imus for target practice
My mind fucked up, so I it with a Raider hood
I'm from the city made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge
Made my grandmother pray for
And never her happy, when I bet that new Mercedes could
no bars, but niggas can't escape the hood
They took so many of my niggas, I should hate the hood
But it's real niggas like me, 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 'Pac
I'd keep this motherfucker cocked back

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 just why
You haven't my life?
what the hell am I doing right?
My

(My Life)