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And I'm til I'm attacked
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 taken my
Like what the hell am I doing
My

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

And I'm til I'm attacked
They say "You grindin' til you tired"
So I'm grindin' 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 the hell am I doing right?
My

We are not the same, I am a
So approach my Phantom with caution
You see them spinnin' I earned 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 cause it ain't about race now
I think about my life, with my face down
Then I see my sons and put on that smile
Damn, I his momma proud
And since you helped me sell my +Dream+ we can share my now
And M.J.B.: "No More Drama" now
Living the "Good Life", me and Common on ground
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 empty like a without a round
Now my life full, like a with a thousand rounds

And I'm grindin' til I'm
They say "You grindin' 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 took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You taken my life?
Like what the am I doing right?
My

Walk the gates of Hell, see my Impala parked in front
With the high beams on, me and the share chronic blunts
Listening to the "Chronic" album, playing
Shootin' at pictures of Don for target practice
My mind up, so I cover it with a Raider hood
I'm the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge
Made my pray for good
And never made her happy, when I bet that new could
Ain't no bars, but can't escape the hood
They so many of my niggas, that I should hate the hood
But it's real niggas like me, make the hood
Ridin' in that Phantom just the way I should
the top back
In my Sox hat
I'm paid in full, the nigga Alpo couldn't stop
Even if they brought the nigga back
I'd still keep 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
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 wonderin' why
You haven't my life?
Like what the am I doing right?
My

(My Life)