The words describe what the writer knows and understands about himself, not what he thinks he understands about others. Liberals and liberal pundits don't understand the difference, either as politics or art.
My life is all I have
My rhymes, my pen, my pad
And I'd a made it through the struggle don't judge me
What you say now
Won't budge me,
Cause where I come from
So of-ten
People you grew up with are layin in a coffin.
But I'd a made it through the pain and strife
It's my time now, my world, my life
My life...
Is based on
Lighting blunts, loading guns
Telling my lawyers to get the case gone.
I need the bills that the Presidents got their face on
So I can switch my residence
Get a truck and a Lex
Fuck a check.
I no longer have to wait for'em
I made a couple ends
Lost a couple friends
I light a blunt cause, never will the struggle end.
So you can judge a nigger
But you ain't God and you ain't in the role.
So you really can't budge a nigger.
You oughta love a nigger
For the fact that it's my world
My life.
And still I'm a rugged nigger
They say you' a buggin' nigger
Fuck-it I'm a thuggin' nigger
You talkin bull-shit
Then kickit with another nigger.
I got a bigger bed
And I need a cover, nigger
And I ain't got friends
I got enemies.
So if they whip me
Then it means they're my brother nigger.
My life is all I have
My rhymes, my pen, my pad
And I'd a made it through the struggle don't judge me
What you say now
Won't budge me,
Cause where I come from
So of-ten
People you grew up with are layin in a coffin.
But I'd a made it through the pain and strife
It's my time now, my world, my life
My life...
Is a blunt to the head
Prayer for the dead
Run around hustlin'
Scared o'the feds
They say:
Death is eternal sleep
But the only thing is
You ain't really sure if you're prepared for the bed.
So often we get murked in the head
Instead of big money
They got big momma hurtin' instead.
My life is makin' the verse
But the handcuffs the bull-pens the jail cells is makin it worse.
Tell Mommy, Yo, I don't go to the church.
Tell Ak I don't go to the mosque.
I blow blunts hold guns and
I'm a be right there when the soldiers are marching
I play my part and my heart has seen colder then March.
But on the flip side of things it's still warmer than June.
I have talks with the lord and he'll be callin me soon.
What?
And my life is all I have
My family my niggas my flow my grabs.
My life is all I have
My rhymes, my pen, my pad
And I'd a made it through the struggle don't judge me.
What you say now
Won't budge me,
Cause where I come from
So of-ten
People you grew up with are layin in a coffin.
But I'd made it through the pain and strife
It's my time now, my world, my life
My life.
My life.
'The Life'
Styles P. (with Pharoahe Monch)
