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