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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?
jacobi added this comment 2010-03-14 07:43:54-05:00
Thanks :)
randomgirl3245 added this comment 2010-03-14 07:26:08-05:00
Love it(:
jacobi added this comment 2010-03-14 07:43:54-05:00
Thanks :)
randomgirl3245 added this comment 2010-03-14 07:26:08-05:00
Love it(: