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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 of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't my life?
what the hell am I doing right?
My

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

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
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

We are not the same, I am a
So approach my Phantom doors caution
You see them 24's I earned them
And I ain't no but here's my Erick Sermon
So eat this black music and me how it taste now
And fuck Jesse Jackson it ain't about race now
Sometimes I think my life, with my face down
I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile
Damn, I know his momma
And since you me sell my +Dream+ we can share my momma now
And M.J.B.: "No More Drama" now
Living the "Good Life", me and Common on ground
I spit crack, and niggas could it out of town
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, a chopper with a thousand rounds

And I'm grindin' til I'm
say "You ain't 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 people but I'm wonderin' why
You haven't taken my
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 Devil share chronic
to the "Chronic" album, playing backwards
Shootin' at of Don Imus for target practice
My mind fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider
I'm from the city that made you motherfuckers of Suge
my grandmother pray for good
And made her happy, when I bet that new Mercedes could
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, 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 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
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 taken my
Like what the am I doing right?
My

(My Life)