My Life Lyrics

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My Life Lyrics

And I'm grindin 'till I'm tired
Cause they said you ain't grindin' 'till your tired
So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide
Lookin to find
A way through the day
A life for the night
Dear Lord you done took so many of my people I'm just wonderin' why you haven't taken my life (my life)
Like what the hell am I doin' right?

Take me away from the hood, like a state penitentiary
Take me away from the hood, in the casket or a Bentley
Take me away, like I overdosed from cocaine
Or take me away, like a bullet from Kurt Cobaine's suicide
I'm from a windy city, like "Do or Die"
From a block close to where Biggie was crucified
That was Brooklyn's Jesus shot for no fucking reason
And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces?
'Cause that's Jesus people and Game he's the equal
Hated on so much, "Passion of Christ" need a sequel
Yeah, like Roc-a-fella needed Sigel
Like I needed my father, but he needed a needle
I need some meditation, so I can leave my people
They askin' "Why?" Why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?
And why every hood nigga feed of evil?
Answer my question 'fore this bullet leave this Desert Eagle

And I'm grindin 'till I'm tired
Cause they said you ain't grindin' 'till your tired
So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide
Lookin to find
A way through the day
A life for the night
Dear Lord you done took so many of my people I'm just wonderin' why you haven't taken my life (my life)
Like what the hell am I doin' right?


[Verse 2]
(My life)
We are not the same, I am a Martian
So approach my phantom doors with caution
You see them 24's spinnin'? I earned 'em
And I ain't no preacher but here's my average sermon
So eat this black music
and tell me how it taste's now
fuck Jesse Jackson cause it aint about race now
Sometimes I think about my life with my face down
Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile
Damn, I know his moma's proud
And since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my momma now
And like MJB, no more drama now
Livin' the good life, me and Common on common ground
I spit crack and niggas could drive it outta town
Got a Chris Paul mind state, I'm never outta bounds
My life used to be empty like a glock without a round
Now my life full, like a chopper with a thousand rounds

And I'm grindin 'till I'm tired
Cause they said you ain't grindin' 'till you tired
So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide
Lookin to find
A way through the day
A life for the night
Dear Lord you done took so many of my people I'm just wonderin' why you haven't taken my life (my life)
Like what the hell am I doin' right?


[Verse 3]
Walk through the gates of Hell, see my Impala parked in front
With the hot beams on, me and the devil sharin' chronic blunts
Listenin' to the "Chronic" album, playing backwards
Shootin' at pictures of Don Imus for target practice
My mind fucked up, so I covered it with a raider hood
I'm from the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge
Made my grandmother pray for good
And never made her happy, When I bet that new Mercedes could
Ain't no bars, but niggas can't escape the hood
They took so many of my niggas that I should hate the hood
But it's real niggas like me that make the hood
Ridin' slow with that Phantom just the way I should
With the top back in my Sox hat
I'm paid in full, the nigga alpo(?) couldn't stop that
Even if they brought the nigga 'Pac back
I'd still keep this motherfucker cocked back

And I'm grindin 'till I'm tired
Cause they said you ain't grindin' 'till your tired
So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide
Lookin to find
A way through the day
A life for the night
Dear Lord you done took so many of my people I'm just wonderin' why you haven't taken my life (my life)
Like what the hell am I doin' right?