My Life

[Verse 1]<br>I`ma take you back to day one, livin in this New York slum<br>It`s deaf to the dumb, only break bread with some<br>Moms left at 15, had no American dreams<br>To this day, I`m sellin to my cousin who`s a fiend<br>No one would got me but my older brother<br>Little did we know the dirt we did fell back on my mother<br>But didn`t care back then, that`s why she left like that<br>Now my parents became the street, and it`s best like that<br><br>[Verse 2]<br>Some nights I pray to God and ask him to pull my cord<br>Cuz times is hard like the opposite street`ll leave you scarred<br>Street wise with no respect for authority and shit<br>A chronic hustler of crack, a typical bitch<br>Raised by madu who strung out on a glass dick<br>But every now and then I blessed her with a hit<br>So she don`t have to trick<br>It`s prevalent amongst kids today<br>Hustle krills, stack dough, and everything`s okay<br><br>HOOK<br>It`s the emancipation proclamation under the self devised guidelines<br>of self preservation and starvation (I gotta live)<br>It`s the emancipation proclamation under the self devised guidelines<br>of self preservation and starvation (and I gotta live)<br><br>[Verse 3]<br>My life in this world wasn`t about diamonds and pearls<br>It was rough growin up around the boys and girls<br>After daddy left, shit was a mess, momma stressed<br>But I give her an award, cuz damn she tried her best<br>Holdin down the household, barely had money to fold<br>Christmas time, cherished our little shit like gold<br>I can`t front, daddy was still there for me, cared for me<br>But him and mommy breakin up was like a nightmare to me<br><br>[Verse 4]<br>Yo this is for the younger fathers and mothers, sisters and brothers<br>Success is nothin if it aint if it was with the others<br>We gotta make the best out of this terrible situation<br>If not for us, for the younger generation<br>We gotta break the chain, and deal with the pain<br>For all our people that was slayed in vain (revenge)<br>For all our peoples that was falsely framed (revenge)<br>For all our peoples that`s livin the name<br><br>HOOK<br><br>[Verse 5]<br>Let me show, I gotta love L.O.D., they put me under the wing<br>And then I teamed up with the most beautiful thing<br>In the world, cuz L.O.D. we all we got<br>I`m a fans and my mans keep it like it or not<br>I know it hurts, havin to do everyday dirt<br>Police all over my back, feel like bustin them jerks<br>When I`m my road to the riches, I stay away from snitches<br>And them bitches, and keep my mind on business<br><br>[Verse 6]<br>Life was tough so I became aggressive like a pit<br>The only time I felt relaxed was when the blunt was lit<br>Thinkin me and my team can be tight like the gambino<br>Muscle in the hustle scene respected like Leno<br>It gets deeper than the words of Proverbs<br>New thoughts emerge, as I cop the squat on the curb<br>Thinkin the herb strengthen my brain like spinach<br>And heavy shine, flooded with ice might reduce my self spirts<br><br>[Verse 7]<br>Stick em, my life is so real it hurts<br>Like when I saw my pops bein driven off in a hearse<br>Like when I saw my mother bein driven off in a hearse<br>Like you school when the roach crawl out my shirt<br>Like on Thanksgiving when we got free food from the church<br>Back then it was DJ Red Alert and Kool Herc<br>Rockin been stripe knees and latigra shirts<br>Back then L.O.D. was puttin in work<br><br>From the cradle to the grave<br>We all in the struggle, we gon struggle, we gon strive to stay alive<br>All my real people know what I`m talkin about<br>Watch each other backs<br>Word up, my life is nothing without my niggas, word up