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 *ing 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
* Jesse Jackson cause it aint about race now
Sometimes I think about my life with my face down