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And I'm grindin' til I'm
They say "You 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 people but I'm just why
You haven't taken my
Like what the hell am I right?
My

Take me away the hood like a state penitentiary
Take me away the hood in the casket or a Bentley
me away
Like I on cocaine
Or take me away like a from Kurt 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 reason
And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus
that's Jesus people
And The Game, he's the
Hated on so much, "The of Christ" need a sequel
Yeah, Roc-a-fella needed Sigel
Like I 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 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 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 just why
You taken 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 24's spinnin' I earned them
And I ain't no preacher but here's my Sermon
So eat this black music and me how it taste now
And fuck Jesse Jackson cause it about race now
Sometimes I think about my life, with my face
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
Living the "Good Life", me and on common ground
I spit crack, and niggas could it out of town
Got a Chris Paul mind state, I'm never out of
My life used to be like a Glock without a round
Now my full, like 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' with my wide
Looking to find, a way 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 hell am I doing
My

Walk 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 of Don Imus for target practice
My fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood
I'm from the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of
my grandmother pray for good
And never made her happy, when I bet new Mercedes could
Ain't no bars, but niggas can't escape the
They took so many of my niggas, that I should the hood
But it's real like me, that 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 the nigga 'Pac back
I'd still keep motherfucker cocked back

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

(My Life)