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And I'm til I'm attacked
say "You ain't grindin' 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 taken my
what the hell am I doing right?
My

Take me away from the hood like a penitentiary
Take me away the hood in the casket or a Bentley
me away
Like I overdosed on
Or take me like a bullet from Kurt Cobain
(suicide, suicide)
I'm a Windy City, like "Do or Die"
From a close to where Biggie was crucified
That was Jesus
Shot for no reason
And you wonder why Kanye wears pieces?
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 needed my father, but he a needle
I need meditation, so I can leave my people
They askin' "Why?" Why did John Lennon leave The
And why every hood feed off evil?
Answer my question before this leave this Desert Eagle

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

We are not the same, I am a
So approach my Phantom doors with
You see them 24's 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 cause it ain't about race now
Sometimes I about my life, with my face down
Then I see my and put on that Kanye smile
Damn, I his momma proud
And since you helped me sell my +Dream+ we can share my now
And like M.J.B.: "No Drama" now
Living the "Good Life", me and Common on common
I spit crack, and niggas could drive it out of
Got a Chris Paul mind state, I'm out of bounds
My life used to be empty like a Glock without a
Now my life full, like a chopper with a rounds

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

through the gates of Hell, see my Impala parked in front
With the high beams on, me and the share chronic blunts
to the "Chronic" album, playing 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 pray for good
And never made her happy, when I bet that new Mercedes
Ain't no bars, but niggas can't escape the
They took so many of my niggas, that I hate the hood
But it's real niggas like me, that make the
Ridin' slow in that Phantom the way I should
With the top
In my Sox hat
I'm in full, the nigga Alpo couldn't stop that
if they brought the nigga 'Pac back
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 with 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 haven't my life?
Like the hell am I doing right?
My

(My Life)