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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 so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't taken my
Like the hell am I doing right?
My

Take me away from the like a state penitentiary
Take me away the hood in the casket or a Bentley
me away
Like I overdosed on
Or take me like a bullet from Kurt 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 wonder why wears Jesus pieces?
Cause that's people
And The Game, he's the
Hated on so much, "The Passion of Christ" a sequel
Yeah, like Roc-a-fella Sigel
Like I needed my father, but he needed a
I need some meditation, so I can leave my
They askin' "Why?" Why did John Lennon The Beatles?
And why every hood nigga feed off
Answer my question before this bullet leave this Eagle

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
Lord, you've done took so many 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 spinnin' I earned them
And I ain't no preacher but here's my Erick
So eat this music and tell me how it taste now
And fuck Jesse Jackson it ain't about race now
I think 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 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 could drive it out of
Got a Chris Paul mind state, I'm out of bounds
My life to be empty like a Glock without a round
Now my life full, like a chopper a thousand rounds

And I'm til I'm attacked
They say "You ain't 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 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 high beams on, me and the share chronic blunts
Listening to the "Chronic" album, backwards
Shootin' at pictures of Don Imus for target
My mind fucked up, so I it with a Raider hood
I'm from the that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge
Made my pray for good
And never made her happy, when I bet new Mercedes could
Ain't no bars, but can't escape the hood
They took so many of my niggas, I should hate the hood
But it's real niggas like me, that 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 stop
Even if they brought the nigga back
I'd still this motherfucker cocked back

And I'm til I'm attacked
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
Lord, you've done took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't my life?
Like what the hell am I right?
My

(My Life)