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And I'm til I'm attacked
They say "You ain't til you tired"
So I'm grindin' with my eyes
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 taken my life?
Like what the am I doing right?
My

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

And I'm til I'm attacked
They say "You ain't til you tired"
So I'm grindin' with my eyes
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 taken my
Like what the hell am I doing
My

We are not the same, I am a
So approach my doors with 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 tell me how it now
And fuck Jackson cause it ain't about race now
Sometimes I think about my life, with my face
Then I see my sons and put on that smile
Damn, I know his proud
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 spit crack, and niggas could it out of town
Got a Chris mind state, I'm never out of bounds
My life used to be empty a Glock without a round
Now my life full, like a chopper with a rounds

And I'm til I'm attacked
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?
Like the hell am I doing right?
My

Walk through the 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 with a hood
I'm from the city made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge
Made my pray for good
And never made her happy, I bet that new Mercedes could
Ain't no bars, but niggas can't the hood
They took so of my niggas, that I should hate the hood
But it's real niggas me, that make the hood
Ridin' slow in that Phantom the way I should
the top back
In my Sox hat
I'm paid in full, the nigga couldn't stop that
Even if they brought the nigga back
I'd still this motherfucker cocked back

And I'm grindin' til I'm
say "You ain't 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 haven't my life?
Like the hell am I doing right?
My

(My Life)