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And Im grindin til Im tired
They say You aint grindin til you tired
So Im grindin with my eyes wide
Looking to find
A way
Through the day
A light
For the night
Dear Lord, youve done took so many of my people but Im just wonderin why
You havent taken (my life?)
Like what the hell am I (doing right?)
(My Life)

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 cocaine
Or take me away like a bullet from Kurt Cobain
Suicide (Suicide..)
Im from a Windy City, like Do or Die
From a block close to where Biggie was crucified
That was Brooklyns Jesus
Shot for no fuckin reason
And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces? (My Life)
Cause thats Jesus people
And The Game, hes 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 nigga feed off evil?
Answer my question before this bullet leave this Desert Eagle

And Im grindin til Im tired
They say You aint grindin til you tired
So Im grindin with my eyes wide
Looking to find
A way
Through the day
A light
For the night
Dear Lord, youve done took so many of my people but Im just wonderin why
You havent 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 (cautioncaution)
You see them 24s spinnin? I earned them
And I ain't no preacher, but here's my Erik Sermon
So eat this black music, and tell me how it taste, now?
And fuck 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 mommas 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
Gotta Chris Paul mind state, Im 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 Gunshots

And Im grindin til Im tired
They say You aint grindin til you tired
So Im grindin with my eyes wide
Looking to find
A way
Through the day
A light
For the night
Dear Lord youve done took so many of my people but Im just wonderin why
You havent taken (my life?)
Like what the hell am I (doing right?)
(My Life)

Walk through the gates of Hell, see my Impala parked in front
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 fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood
Im from the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge (Compton Compton)
Made my grandmother pray for good
And never made her happy, when I bet that new Mercedes could (My Life)
Aint no bars, but niggas cant escape the hood
They took so many of my niggas, that I should hate the hood
But its real niggas 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
Im paid in full, the nigga Alpo couldnt stop that
Even if they brought the nigga Pac back
Id still keep this motherfucker cocked back

And Im grindin til Im tired
They say You aint grindin til you tired
So Im grindin with my eyes wide
Looking to find
A way
Through the day
A light
For the night
Dear Lord youve done took so many of my people but Im just wonderin why
You havent taken (my life)
Like what the hell am I (doing right?)
(My Life)