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And I'm til I'm attacked
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 just why
You haven't taken my
what the hell am I doing right?
My

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

And I'm grindin' til I'm
say "You ain't grindin' 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 of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't my life?
Like the hell 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 but here's my Erick Sermon
So eat this music and tell me how it taste now
And fuck Jesse Jackson cause it about race now
Sometimes I think about my life, with my down
I see my sons and put on that 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 common
I crack, and niggas could drive it out of town
Got a Chris Paul mind state, I'm never out of
My life used to be empty like a Glock a round
Now my life full, like a with a thousand rounds

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

Walk through the gates of Hell, see my Impala parked in
With the high on, me and the Devil share chronic blunts
to the "Chronic" album, playing backwards
Shootin' at pictures of Don Imus for target
My fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood
I'm from the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of
my grandmother pray for good
And never her happy, when I bet that new Mercedes could
Ain't no bars, but niggas escape the hood
They took so many of my niggas, that I should hate the
But it's real niggas like me, that make the
Ridin' in that Phantom just the way I should
the top back
In my Sox hat
I'm paid in full, the nigga Alpo couldn't stop
if they brought the nigga 'Pac back
I'd still keep this motherfucker cocked

And I'm grindin' til I'm
They say "You ain't til you tired"
So I'm grindin' 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 right?
My

(My Life)