My Life
[verse 1]
I’ma take you back to day onelivin in this new york slum
It’s deaf to the dumbonly break bread with some
Moms left at 15had no american dreams
To this dayI’m sellin to my cousin who’s a fiend
No one would got me but my older brother
Little did we know the dirt we did fell back on my mother
But didn’t care back thenthat’s why she left like that
Now my parents became the streetand it’s best like that
[verse 2]
Some nights I pray to God and ask him to pull my cord
Cuz times is hard like the opposite street’ll leave you scarred
Street wise with no respect for authority and shit
A chronic hustler of cracka typical bitch
Raised by madu who strung out on a glass dick
But every now and then I blessed her with a hit
So she don’t have to trick
It’s prevalent amongst kids today
Hustle krillsstack doughand everything’s okay
Hook
It’s the emancipation proclamation under the self devised guidelines
Of self preservation and starvation (I gotta live)
It’s the emancipation proclamation under the self devised guidelines
Of self preservation and starvation (and I gotta live)
[verse 3]
My life in this world wasn’t about diamonds and pearls
It was rough growin up around the boys and girls
After daddy leftshit was a messmomma stressed
But I give her an awardcuz damn she tried her best
Holdin down the householdbarely had money to fold
Christmas timecherished our little shit like gold
I can’t frontdaddy was still there for mecared for me
But him and mommy breakin up was like a nightmare to me
[verse 4]
Yo this is for the younger fathers and motherssisters and brothers
Success is nothin if it ain’t if it was with the others
We gotta make the best out of this terrible situation
If not for usfor the younger generation
We gotta break the chainand deal with the pain
For all our people that was slayed in vain (revenge)
For all our peoples that was falsely framed (revenge)
For all our peoples that’s livin the name
Hook
[verse 5]
Let me showI gotta love l.o.d.they put me under the wing
And then I teamed up with the most beautiful thing
In the worldcuz l.o.d. we all we got
I’m a fans and my mans keep it like it or not
I know it hurtshavin to do everyday dirt
Police all over my backfeel like bustin them jerks
When I’m my road to the richesI stay away from snitches
And them bitchesand keep my mind on business
[verse 6]
Life was tough so I became aggressive like a pit
The only time I felt relaxed was when the blunt was lit
Thinkin me and my team can be tight like the gambino
Muscle in the hustle scene respected like leno
It gets deeper than the words of proverbs
New thoughts emergeas I cop the squat on the curb
Thinkin the herb strengthen my brain like spinach
And heavy shineflooded with ice might reduce my self spirts
[verse 7]
Stick emmy life is so real it hurts
Like when I saw my pops bein driven off in a hearse
Like when I saw my mother bein driven off in a hearse
Like you school when the roach crawl out my shirt
Like on thanksgiving when we got free food from the church
Back then it was dj red alert and kool herc
Rockin been stripe knees and latigra shirts
Back then l.o.d. was puttin in work
From the cradle to the grave
We all in the strugglewe gon strugglewe gon strive to stay alive
All my real people know what I’m talkin about
Watch each other backs
Word upmy life is nothing without my niggasword up
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