My Life

Lyrics

[Intro] *scratch* Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough *scratch* *scratch* Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough *scratch* Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough *scratch* *scratch* Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough *scratch* Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough *scratch* *scratch* Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough, rough, rough [Verse 1] Here's how it started out, one day my Father's out And he never came back, 7 kids in my Mama's house So now we drama'd out, money-wise we caught a drought Get that green paper "by any means", now that's what I'm about And here's another reason, it's not the summer season Ain't no utilities on in my house, my Little Brother's freezin' How can I hustle sleepin', late night to the cud I'm creeping I can hear that money breathing, I leave you busta's leaking Them streets were under handed, too young to understand it It made my nerves bad, thug'in as the youngest bandit But I couldn't run or panic, I had to man up I wanted to go to college, poverty fucked my plans up I wanted to be a scholar, how I end up in handcuffs Every night my Mama's cryin', but I gots to stand tough Look at me I'm waving pistols, gimmie every thing he got, I'm screaming 15 and I'm on a mission, God help me get away from these demons, please [Chorus] This is my life man, you say you understand You claim you feelin' my pain, but you really don't give a damn You see me in them streets, no lyin' on these beats I speak the truth in the booth, man Im'a tell you who I am This is my life man, you say you understand You claim you feelin' my pain, but you really don't give a damn You see me in them streets, no lyin' on these beats I speak the truth in the booth, man Im'a tell you who I am [Verse 2] 15 and I'm on a mission, God help me get away from these demons They block my righteous vision, I can see them even when I'm dreamin' Wish we wasn't caused to struggle, wish we wasn't all in trouble Wish we'd get past all the mysteries, wish we could solve the puzzle People don't understand me, I got to help my family My focus is uncanny, what cards will the future hand me Enemies wouldn't care to twist me, gun shots and they barely missed me When you thug'in out there it's risky, but the man upstairs was with me I lost so many homies, some even burned alive We all been part of this sick war before we learned to drive Only thing you hear'in both ears is that word 'survive' 'Cuz when you leave home with your chrome you want to return alive What kind of person am I, growin' up in this savage 'hood Wish I was average man, Crooked is damaged goods My past is not the best, it's bad and I confess But I gotta make it since so many depend on my success, yes [Chorus] This is my life man, you say you understand You claim you feelin' my pain, but you really don't give a damn You see me in them streets, no lyin' on these beats I speak the truth in the booth, man Im'a tell you who I am This is my life man, you say you understand You claim you feelin' my pain, but you really don't give a damn You see me in them streets, no lyin' on these beats I speak the truth in the booth, man Im'a tell you who I am [Outro] This is my life man it's much more than music homie It's therapy This is a young man's medicine right here This is my life homie You know I'm talkin' about It's way more than music Ghetto America Ghetto motherfuckin' America This is the life you gave me This is my life homie Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough *scratch* *scratch* Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough *scratch* Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough *scratch* *scratch* Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough Rough Rough Rough