The Life Songtext
von Styles P feat. Pharoahe Monch

My life, Pharoahe Monch, Ayatollah, Howie McDuffy
Holiday Styles, Double R, Rawkus Records
Pharoahe, talk to ′em, let 'em try to understand
Let ′em try, let 'em try now

My life is all I have
My rhymes, my pen, my pad
And I done made it through the struggle, don't judge me
What you say now, won′t budge me
′Cause where I come from, so often
People you grew up with layin' in a coffin
But I done made it through the pain in strife
It′s my time now, my world, my life


(My life) is based on lightin' blunts, loadin′ guns
Tellin' my lawyers to get the case gone
I need the bills that the presidents got they face on
So, I can switch my residence, get a truck and a Lex
Fuck a cheque, 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 nigga, but you ain't got it
You ain′t in the role

So, you really can′t budge a nigga, you oughta love a nigga
For the fact that it's my world
In my life, but still, I′m a rugged nigga
They say you buggin', nigga, fuck it, I′m a thuggin' nigga
You′re talkin' bullshit, then, kick it with another nigga
I got a bigger bed and I need a cover, nigga
And I ain't got friends, I got enemies
So, if they′re with me, then, that means they′re my brother, nigga

My life is all I have (uh-uh)
My rhymes, my pen, my pad (yeah)
And I done made it through the struggle, don't judge me (don′t judge me)
What you say now, won't budge me
′Cause where I come from, so often
People you grew up with layin' in a coffin
But I done made it through the pain in 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 of the Feds
They said, "Death is eternal sleep"
But the only thing is you ain't really sure
If you prepared for the bed
So often we get merked in the head, instead of big money
They got big momma hurtin′ instead
My life is makin′ the verse, but the handcuffs
The bullpens, the jail cells is makin' it worse

Tell mommy I don′t go to the church
Tell Ahk, I don't go to the mosque, I blow blunts, hold guns
And I′ma be right there when the soldiers'll march
I play my part, and my heart seem colder than 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, what?

My life is all I have
My rhymes, my pen, my pad
And I done made it through the struggle, don′t judge me
What you say now, won′t budge me
'Cause where I come from, so often
People you grew up with layin′ in a coffin
But I done made it through the pain in strife
It's my time now, my world, my life
My life

My life (feel better)