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And I'm grindin' til I'm
They say "You 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 so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You taken my life?
Like the hell am I doing right?
My

Take me away from the like a state penitentiary
Take me away from the hood in the or a Bentley
Take me
I overdosed on cocaine
Or take me away like a from Kurt Cobain
(suicide, suicide)
I'm from a City, like "Do or Die"
From a block close to where Biggie was
was Brooklyn's Jesus
Shot for no fuckin'
And you why Kanye wears Jesus pieces?
Cause that's Jesus
And The Game, the equal
on so much, "The Passion of Christ" need a sequel
Yeah, like Roc-a-fella needed
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 The Beatles?
And why every hood 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' 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 taken my life?
Like the hell am I doing right?
My

We are not the same, I am a
So approach my doors with caution
You see them 24's I earned them
And I no preacher but here's my Erick Sermon
So eat this black and tell me how it taste now
And fuck Jesse Jackson it ain't about race now
Sometimes I think my life, with my face down
Then I see my and put on that Kanye smile
Damn, I know his momma
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 on common ground
I spit crack, and could drive it out of town
Got a Chris Paul state, I'm never out of bounds
My life to be empty like a Glock without a round
Now my life full, like a with a thousand rounds

And I'm grindin' til I'm
They say "You grindin' til you tired"
So I'm grindin' with my eyes
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

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

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

(My Life)