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And I'm grindin' til I'm
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 people but I'm wonderin' why
You taken my life?
Like what the hell am I doing
My

Take me from the hood like a state penitentiary
Take me away from the hood in the casket or a
Take me
Like I on cocaine
Or me away like a bullet from Kurt Cobain
(suicide, suicide)
I'm from a City, like "Do or Die"
a block close to where Biggie was crucified
That was Jesus
for no fuckin' reason
And you why Kanye wears Jesus pieces?
Cause Jesus people
And The Game, he's the
on so much, "The Passion of Christ" need a sequel
Yeah, Roc-a-fella needed Sigel
Like I needed my father, but he needed a
I need meditation, so I can leave my people
They askin' "Why?" Why did John Lennon leave The
And why every nigga feed off evil?
Answer my before this bullet leave this Desert Eagle

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 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

We are not the same, I am a
So approach my Phantom with caution
You see them spinnin' I earned them
And I ain't no preacher but here's my Sermon
So eat black music and tell me how it taste now
And fuck Jesse Jackson cause it ain't about now
Sometimes I think about my life, my face down
Then I see my sons and put on that smile
Damn, I his momma proud
And since you helped me sell my +Dream+ we can share my now
And like M.J.B.: "No Drama" now
Living the "Good Life", me and on common ground
I spit crack, and niggas could it out of town
Got a Paul 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 chopper with a thousand

And I'm grindin' til I'm
say "You ain't grindin' 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 took so many of my people but I'm wonderin' why
You taken my life?
Like what the hell am I doing
My

through the gates of Hell, see my Impala parked in front
With the beams on, me and the Devil share chronic blunts
Listening to the "Chronic" album, playing
Shootin' at of Don Imus for target practice
My mind fucked up, so I it with a Raider hood
I'm from the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of
Made my grandmother pray for
And never her happy, when I bet that new Mercedes could
Ain't no bars, but niggas can't escape the
took so many of my niggas, that I should hate the hood
But it's real like me, that make the hood
Ridin' slow in that Phantom the way I should
With the top
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 motherfucker cocked back

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

(My Life)