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

Take me away from the hood like a state
Take me away from the hood in the casket or a
me away
Like I overdosed on
Or take me away like a bullet from Cobain
(suicide, suicide)
I'm from a Windy City, "Do or Die"
From a close to where Biggie was crucified
That was Brooklyn's
Shot for no reason
And you why Kanye wears Jesus pieces?
Cause Jesus people
And The Game, he's the
Hated on so much, "The of Christ" need a sequel
Yeah, like needed Sigel
Like I needed my father, but he a needle
I need some meditation, so I can my people
They askin' "Why?" Why did John Lennon The Beatles?
And why every hood 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 wide
Looking to find, a way the day
A light, for the
Dear Lord, you've done took so many of my people but I'm just 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 doors with caution
You see 24's spinnin' I earned them
And I ain't no but here's my Erick Sermon
So eat black music and tell me how it taste now
And Jesse Jackson cause it ain't about race now
Sometimes I think my life, with my face down
Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye
Damn, I know his proud
And you helped 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 drive it out of town
Got a Paul mind state, I'm never out of bounds
My life used to be like a Glock without a round
Now my life full, like a chopper with a thousand

And I'm grindin' til I'm
They say "You ain't til you tired"
So I'm grindin' with my eyes
to find, a way through the day
A light, for the
Dear Lord, done took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You taken my life?
Like what the hell am I right?
My

Walk through the of Hell, see my Impala parked in front
With the high beams on, me and the Devil chronic blunts
Listening to the "Chronic" album, playing
Shootin' at pictures of Don Imus for practice
My fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood
I'm the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge
Made my grandmother pray for
And made her happy, when I bet that new Mercedes could
Ain't no bars, but niggas can't escape the
They took so of my niggas, that I should hate the hood
But it's niggas like me, that make 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 brought the nigga 'Pac back
I'd still keep this motherfucker back

And I'm grindin' til I'm
say "You ain't 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 of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't taken my
Like what the am I doing right?
My

(My Life)