Lil Wayne

And I’m grindin until I’m tired 
Cause they said you ain’t grindin until you tired 
So I’m grindin with my eyes wide, lookin to find 
A way through the day, a life for the night 
DearLord you done took so many of my people 
I’m just wonderin why you haven’t taken my life (my life, my life
Like what the hell am I doin right? (doin right) 
My life (my life, my life
Take meaway 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 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 (my life, my life) 
Cause that’s Jesuspeople, and Game, he’s the equal 
Hated on some much +Passion+ that Christ need a sequel 
Yeah, like Roc-a-Fella need a Sigel 
Like I needed my father, but he needed a needle (my life, mylife)
I need some meditation, so I can lead my people 
They askin why, why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?
And why every hood nigga feed off evil??
Answer my question ‘fore this bulletleave this Desert Eagle 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 all the pictures of me and Em, I burned ‘emSo it ain’t no proof, that I ever walked through 8 Mile
And since it ain’t no Proof, I’ll never walk through 8 Mile
Sometimes I think about my life, with my face down
Then I see my sons andput on that Kanye smile (my life, my life)
Damn, I know his momma pround
And since you helped me sell my +Dream+ we can share my momma now
And like M.J.B., No More Drama+ now
Livin the +GoodLife+, me and Common on common ground
I spit crack, and niggaz could drop it out of town  
Got a Cris’, call my estate, I’m never out of bounds
My life used to be empty like a glock...