My Life

And I'm grindin until I'm tired

They say You ain't grindin until you tired

So I'm grindin with my eyes wide

Looking to find a way through the day

A life for the night

Dear Lord you've done took so many of my people

But I'm just wonderin why

You haven't taken my life

Like what the hell am I doing 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 on **

Or take me away like a bullet from Kurt Cobain

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 fuckin' reason

And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces

My life

'Cause that's Jesus people and The Game he's the equal

Hated on so much The Passion of Christ need a sequel

Yeah like Roc-a-fella needed Sigel

Like I needed my father but he needed a needle

My life

I need some meditation so I can leave my people

They askin' Why Why did John Lennon leave The Beatles

And why every hood ** feed off evil

Answer my question before this bullet leave this Desert Eagle

And I'm grindin until I'm tired

They say You ain't grindin until you tired

So I'm grindin with my eyes wide

Looking to find a way through the day

A life for the night

Dear Lord you've done took so many of my people

But I'm just wonderin why

You haven't taken my life

Like what the hell am I doing right

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 them

And I ain't no preacher but here's my Erick Sermon

So eat this black music and tell me how it taste now

And ** Jesse Jackson cause it ain't about race now

Sometimes I think about my life with my face down

Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile

My life

Damn I know his momma'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 ** could drive it outta town

Gotta 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 until I'm tired

They say You ain't grindin until you tired

So I'm grindin with my eyes wide

Looking to find a way through the day

A life for the night

Dear Lord you've done took so many of my people

But I'm just wonderin why

You haven't taken my life

Like what the hell am I doing right

Walk through the gates of Hell see my Impala parked in front

With the high beams on me and the Devil share chronic blunts

Listening to the Chronic album playing backwards

Shootin at pictures of Don Imus for target practice

My mind ** up so I cover it with a Raider hood

I'm from the city that made you ** afraid of Suge

Made my grandmother pray for good

And never made her happy but I bet that new Mercedes could

My life

Ain't no bars but ** can't escape the hood

They took so many of my ** that I should hate the hood

But it's real ** like me that make the hood

Ridin' slow in that Phantom just the way I should

My life

With the top back in my Sox hat

I'm paid in full the ** Alpo couldn't stop that

Even if they brought the ** 'Pac back

I'd still keep this ** cocked back

And I'm grindin until I'm tired

They say You ain't grindin until you tired

So I'm grindin with my eyes wide

Looking to find a way through the day

A life for the night

Dear Lord you've done took so many of my people

But I'm just wonderin why

You haven't taken my life