Live My Life

Buddha Monk

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    [Intro: Buddha Monk]
    It's crazy, I'm just try'nna live my life
    It won't let me... check it out

    [Buddha Monk]
    I was, born in the streets, where most thugs come from
    Born in the streets, where every nigga got a gun
    Born in the streets, where beef will get you leaking
    Born in the streets, where police'll beat you frequent
    Or go to get that, ya'll cats, ya'll still need that
    Pull out the heat and make sure, your body eat that
    Low profile, watch it, where you be at
    So me and my mans, can poly, nigga, come and see that
    See what you lack to move quiet, but ya bitch is on ya back
    Telling how much you make, nigga, and where you keep it at
    You think you need that, when the g's ain't trynna see that
    Now you're sitting there, wondering where you bleeding at
    But no need for that, for you making your soul see that
    Six feet under the ground is where you sleep at
    Rest now, only the image of you looks over the ground
    While your kids is with a bastard who don't care now
    Rest in peace...

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    [Chorus: Buddha Monk]
    This world is nothing but sorrow and pain
    I'm just try'nna get by the day
    Can I live my life? I just wanna live my life, and
    No matter how hard I try to refrain
    For putting a slug in someone's brain
    Can I live my life? Why can't I just wanna live my life? Oh no...

    [Buddha Monk]
    It ain't my fault I turned out to be a bastard
    But as them bullets got close, I had to learn to bust a ratchet
    I wasn't even, looking for the war
    But Sally hit me off, on how they wanted to score
    Had clips galore, vest up, grab henny from the store
    Call my man, Kenny, nigga and told him to meet me at four
    With discreet when I walk, causing all beef when as we walk
    Cuz if I did that, man, that's more heat that we brought
    So we, peace with our walk, low key with our talk
    Gave out bags of weed, to throw them nosy niggaz off
    Now that we did that, it's green light where we live at
    Let them punks bring the beef, nigga I'm ready to clap
    Send 'em back to the essence, where their man rest at
    Or while I'm doing that, make sure that we don't get clapped
    When the smoke clears, is there any one there?
    I don't care, for all I know is I'm still here
    Never worry about staring at the death of my peers
    Cuz I know they wishing it was my death, instead of theirs
    That's why they laying there, scared, hoping death they don't hear
    But their heart is beating fast, tell 'em now beware
    Slug punch the left lung, body now numb
    Now it's back to the light of dirt, where you came from
    Look dunn, this beef here, we didn't even want, son
    But we gonna deal with the shit, nigga, however it comes, believe that

    [Chorus x2]

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