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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
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?
what the hell am I doing right?
My

me away from the hood like a state penitentiary
Take me away from the hood in the or a Bentley
Take me
Like I on cocaine
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
was Brooklyn's Jesus
Shot for no fuckin'
And you why Kanye wears Jesus pieces?
Cause that's Jesus
And The Game, he's the
Hated on so much, "The Passion of Christ" need a
Yeah, Roc-a-fella needed Sigel
I needed my father, but he needed a needle
I some 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 bullet leave this Desert Eagle

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 many of my but I'm just wonderin' why
You taken my life?
Like what the hell am I right?
My

We are not the same, I am a
So approach my Phantom with caution
You see them 24's I earned them
And I ain't no preacher but my Erick Sermon
So eat this black music and me how it taste now
And fuck Jesse Jackson cause it ain't race now
Sometimes I think about my life, with my face
I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile
Damn, I know his momma
And since you helped me sell my we can share my momma now
And M.J.B.: "No More Drama" now
Living the "Good Life", me and Common on ground
I crack, and niggas could drive it out of town
Got a Chris Paul mind state, I'm out of bounds
My life used to be empty a Glock without a round
Now my life full, like a chopper with a thousand

And I'm til I'm attacked
They say "You grindin' 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 taken my
Like the hell am I doing right?
My

Walk through the gates of Hell, see my parked in front
the high beams on, me and the Devil share chronic blunts
Listening to the "Chronic" album, backwards
Shootin' at of Don Imus for target practice
My mind fucked up, so I cover it a Raider hood
I'm the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge
Made my grandmother for good
And never made her happy, when I bet that new could
Ain't no bars, but 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' in that Phantom just the way I should
With the top
In my Sox hat
I'm paid in full, the nigga Alpo couldn't that
Even if they the nigga 'Pac back
I'd still keep this motherfucker cocked

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 done so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You taken my life?
Like what the am I doing right?
My

(My Life)