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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, you've done took so of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You taken my life?
Like what the hell am I right?
My

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

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, done took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't taken my
Like what the hell am I doing
My

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

And I'm til I'm attacked
say "You ain't grindin' 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 many of my but I'm just wonderin' why
You taken my life?
Like the hell am I doing right?
My

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

And I'm grindin' til I'm
say "You ain't grindin' til you tired"
So I'm with my eyes wide
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?
Like what the hell am I right?
My

(My Life)