My Life Songtext
von The Game

And I′m grinding 'til I′m tired
You ain't grinding 'til you tired
So I′m grinding with my eyes wide
Lookin′ to find a way through the day, a light for the night
Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people
I'm just wondering why you haven′t taken my life
Like what the hell am I doing right? My life

Take me away from the hood, like a state penitentiary
Take me away from the hood, in a casket or a Bentley
Take me away, like I overdosed on cocaine
Or take me away, like a bullet from Kurt Cobain
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 fuckin' 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 Siegel
Like I needed my father, but he needed a needle
I need some meditation so I can lead my people
They asking: "Why, why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?"
And why every hood nigga feed off evil?
Answer my question ′fore this bullet leave this Desert Eagle

And I′m grinding 'til I′m tired
You ain't grinding ′til you tired
So I'm grinding with my eyes wide
Lookin′ to find a way through the day, a light for the night
Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people
I'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life
Like what the hell am I doin′ right? 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 Erick Sermon
So eat this black music and tell me how it taste now
And fuck Jesse Jackson, 'cause it ain′t about race now
Sometimes I think about my life, with my face down
Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile
(My life-)
Damn, I know his mama proud; and since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my mama now
And like M.J.B. no more drama now
Livin' the good life, me and Common on common ground
I spit crack, and niggas could drive it out of town
Got a Chris Paul mindstate, I'm never out of bounds
My life used to be empty like a Glock without a round
Now my life full like a chopper with a thousand rounds

And I′m grinding ′til I'm tired
You ain′t grinding 'til you tired
So I′m grinding with my eyes wide
Lookin' to find a way through the day, a light for the night

Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people
I′m just wondering why you haven't taken my life
Like what the hell am I doin' right? My life
Walk through the gates of hell, see my Impala parked in front

With the high beams on, me and the devil sharin′ chronic blunts
Listening to the Chronic album, playin′ backwards
Shooting at pictures of Don Imus for target practice
My mind fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood
I'm from the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge (Compton, Compton)
Made my grandmother pray for good
It never made her happy, but I bet that new Mercedes could
Ain′t no bars, but niggas can't escape the hood

And it took so many of my niggas that I should hate the hood
But it′s real niggas like me that make the hood
Ridin' slow in that Phantom just the way I should
With the top back, in my Sox hat
I′m paid in full, the nigga Alpo couldn't stop that
Even if they brought the nigga Pac back
I'd still keep this motherfucker cocked back

And I′m grindin′ 'til I′m tired
You ain't grinding ′til you tired
So I'm grinding with my eyes wide
Looking to find a way through the day, a light for the night
Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people
I′m just wondering why you haven't taken my life
Like what the hell am I doing right? My life

My life
My life
My life