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And I'm grindin' til I'm
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
Lord, you've done took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You taken my life?
what the hell am I doing right?
My

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

And I'm grindin' til I'm
They say "You grindin' 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 of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You taken 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 fuck Jackson cause it ain't about race now
Sometimes I think about my life, my face down
Then I see my and put on that Kanye smile
Damn, I know his 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 could drive it out of town
Got a Chris mind state, I'm never out of bounds
My life used to be empty like a Glock a round
Now my life full, like a chopper a thousand rounds

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

Walk through the gates of Hell, see my Impala parked in
With the beams on, me and the Devil share chronic blunts
Listening to the "Chronic" album, backwards
Shootin' at pictures of Don Imus for practice
My mind fucked up, so I cover it with a hood
I'm from the that 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, that I hate the hood
But it's real niggas like me, that the hood
Ridin' slow in that just the way I should
the top back
In my Sox hat
I'm paid in full, the nigga Alpo couldn't that
Even if they brought the 'Pac back
I'd still keep this motherfucker back

And I'm til I'm attacked
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
Lord, you've done took 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)