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

Take me 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 away like a 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 reason
And you wonder why Kanye wears pieces?
Cause Jesus people
And The Game, he's the
Hated on so much, "The Passion of Christ" a sequel
Yeah, like needed Sigel
Like I needed my father, but he needed a
I need some meditation, so I can my people
They askin' "Why?" Why did Lennon leave The Beatles?
And why every hood feed off evil?
Answer my question before this bullet this Desert 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
Dear Lord, 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

We are not the same, I am a
So approach my Phantom doors caution
You see them 24's spinnin' I earned
And I ain't no but here's my Erick Sermon
So eat this black and tell me how it taste now
And fuck Jesse Jackson cause it about race now
Sometimes I about my life, with my face down
Then I see my sons and put on Kanye smile
Damn, I know his proud
And since you helped me sell my we can share my momma now
And like M.J.B.: "No Drama" now
Living the "Good Life", me and on common ground
I crack, and niggas could drive it out of town
Got a Chris mind state, I'm never out of bounds
My used to be empty like a Glock without a round
Now my life full, like a with a thousand rounds

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

Walk through the of Hell, see my Impala parked in front
With the beams on, me and the Devil share chronic 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 made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge
Made my pray for good
And made 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 should hate the
But it's real niggas like me, that the hood
slow 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 stop
Even if they 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 grindin' my eyes wide
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 taken my life?
Like what the hell am I right?
My

(My Life)