My Life

[Verse 1 - Rasco] Off the screen, I'll off your team Sitting around thinking about what this life means Sometimes it's hard to do what's right and what's good My people's still stuck in the hood Looking for jobs, that's why brothers steal and rob And that's the prob, that's why I gotta weave and bob Pops was gone early at the age of 6 Mom's sitting back hoping he would change his tricks He stayed the same, life - that's the name of the game Who's the first to flinch? Who's giving an inch? Everybody gotta look at they self at some point And pinpoint the problem, asking where to solve it Ask God to give me the strength, 'cuz I need to make it Some work hard and some take it That's the way that it goes, my mind is grown This is only for the ones that can hold their own (Chorus x2) My life is filled with sadness and pain Trying to make it through the clouds and the rain No matter what the strain, I gotta maintain Insight to stand up and fight for what's right [Verse 2] My life is one that just won't quit My life is one that cats don't get My life is one that gets looked past If you try to cross the man, he might just blast The lower the class, the worse it gets Now we got people screaming all kinds of shit White folks screaming that blacks done took their jobs I guess we'd better stand down and let these crooks rob I stash the checks like corporate execs Now they turn the other way like they didn't suspect It's all a plan, they thinking that we half a man Got us doing 20 years for a half a grand Leaving the field, let's do it or we all get killed 'Cuz life is life, the only people paying the price Are the young ones, we gotta fix it quick Before they out there looking for somebody to stick (Chorus x2) [Verse 3] Here's division, it's all up to us To make these things right we all should not fight 'Cuz once they divide you gotta pick sides We gotta move ahead or wind up dead And I want the head of every politician That screams he's for us, still we don't trust 'yall Cheney, Bush, and rainbow push Need to take 'em outside so these bags can 'doosh' Where's the land, where's the mule? We could shut these fools down, but we give 'em the fuel They be blasting off to outer space Still trying to find ways to beat an hour a race Come out your face again with the slavery shit Gave us welfare but you never gave a shit We weathered the storm, but that's not out of the norm No jail cell get brothers back in the dorm (Chorus x2)