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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, done took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You taken my life?
what the hell am I doing right?
My

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

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 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 spinnin' 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 Jesse cause it ain't about race now
Sometimes I think my life, with my face down
Then I see my sons and put on Kanye smile
Damn, I know his momma
And since you helped me my +Dream+ we can share my momma now
And like M.J.B.: "No Drama" now
Living the "Good Life", me and Common on ground
I spit crack, and could drive it out of town
Got a Chris mind state, I'm never out of bounds
My life used to be empty like a Glock a round
Now my life full, a chopper with a thousand rounds

And I'm til I'm attacked
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

Walk through the gates of Hell, see my parked in front
With the high beams on, me and the share chronic blunts
Listening to the "Chronic" album, backwards
Shootin' at of Don Imus for target practice
My mind fucked up, so I cover it a Raider hood
I'm the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge
Made my grandmother for good
And never made her happy, when I bet 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 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 'Pac
I'd still keep this motherfucker back

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

(My Life)