My Life

And I'm grinding 'til I'm tired
 You ain't grinding 'til you tired
 So I'm grinding with my eyes wide
 Lookin' to find a way through the day, a light for the night
 Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people
 I'm just wondering why you haven't 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 a casket or a Bentley
 Take me away, like I overdosed on cocaine
 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?
 '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 Siegel
 Like I needed my father, but he needed a needle
 I need some meditation so I can lead my people
 They asking: "Why, why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?"
 And why every hood nigga feed off evil?
 Answer my question 'fore this bullet leave this Desert Eagle
 And I'm grinding 'til I'm tired
 You ain't grinding 'til you tired
 So I'm grinding with my eyes wide
 Lookin' to find a way through the day, a light for the night
 Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people
 I'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life
 Like what the hell am I doin' 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 'em
 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 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 mama proud; and since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my mama now
 And like M.J.B. no more drama now
 Livin' the good life, me and Common on common ground
 I spit crack, and niggas could drive it out of town
 Got a Chris Paul mindstate, I'm never out of 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 grinding 'til I'm tired
 You ain't grinding 'til you tired
 So I'm grinding with my eyes wide
 Lookin' to find a way through the day, a light for the night
 Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people
 I'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life
 Like what the hell am I doin' right? My life
 Walk through the gates of hell, see my Impala parked in front
 With the high beams on, me and the devil sharin' chronic blunts
 Listening to the Chronic album, playin' backwards
 Shooting at pictures of Don Imus for target practice
 My mind fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood
 I'm from the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge (Compton, Compton)
 Made my grandmother pray for good
 It never made her happy, but I bet that new Mercedes could
 Ain't no bars, but niggas can't escape the hood
 And it 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 in 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' 'til I'm tired
 You ain't grinding 'til you tired
 So I'm grinding with my eyes wide
 Looking to find a way through the day, a light for the night
 Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people
 I'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life
 Like what the hell am I doing right? My life
 My life
 My life
 My life