Keep Living (Plan-B Mix)

[Verse 1: Jean Grae]
I'm feeling numb, thinking of changing my name to Crystal Meth
Playing this game, holding my mic like a pistol, aiming at death
And I love nobody. Alone in this world—that's how I came in it
But shit could flash and reverse the same in a minute
I don't even love life no more—my niggas, I just live it
And I don't love love. All the hurting is infinite
I cry myself to sleep sometimes, wept a gallon of tears
From malice, divorced mates to lost peers
Drowned it in haze and smoke and glasses that never ran empty
Bottles of So-Co, cheap vodka and 20/20
Spending my pennies for thoughts on quarts of Henny
Fame? I got none. Pain? Like the movie, have plenty
Like a shotgun, double-barrel fully loaded, ready to blow
But want to turn around and aim at myself
Been failing my health. I hardly even eat no more
My lunch is munchies from the corner store, tropical fantasies
My second family, me and my niggas used to be tight
But now we see each other on the street with no pounds
And keep it moving. Gotta move on
I know y’all doing it right and still living
Hustling life and still living

[Hook: Jean Grae]
For all my niggas, smoke a pack a day
For all my niggas holding bottles, drink the pain away
What type of life is this?
For all my niggas getting the cash and all my niggas who chill on the ave
Let’s keep living
For all my niggas, drink the pain away
For all my niggas, smoke a pack of Newports a day
What type of life is this?
For all my niggas getting the cash and all my niggas who chill on the ave
Let’s keep living

[Verse 2: Jean Grae]
Grew up a child of an alcoholic, sister to schizophrenic
And already inherited one and they both are genetic
When sun falls, I get no sleep. My nights are filled
With party and bullshit, Bacardi and full clips
Just to deal with it. Got a big heart, but I don't feel
With it no more. I have fury of woman who scorns
Live my life like the X-Files and trust nobody
Forgetting everyone. Now I'm just for getting the money
It’s funny how shit just changes, switch up, fragile to rip on you
I spent too much of my young life just trying to stitch shit up
I'm living day-by-day now. My every step is play-by-play
Hand to mouth. I'm just trying to make the moments count
Eyes read, stressing my soul. My chest grow
From heavy smoking habits—since nine, a nicotine addict
Devoted at it and, still, my lungs have it to chill
I need some type of release. I quit the trees at least
I'm learning, niggas, but I'm slow at it
Always give my motherfuckers the benefit of the doubt
But it seems that everybody’s just out for self
I used to love her. Now I gotta make her work for my wealth
I gotta eat, y'all

[Hook: Jean Grae]
For all my niggas, smoke a pack a day
For all my niggas holding bottles, drink the pain away
What type of life is this?
For all my niggas getting the cash and all my niggas who chill on the ave
Let’s keep living
For all my niggas, drink the pain away
For all my niggas, smoke a pack of Newports a day
What type of life is this?
For all my niggas getting the cash and all my niggas who chill on the ave
Let’s keep living

[Verse 3: Jean Grae]
From rapping to nicotine, niggas clapping and niggas’ll fiend
From shit I haven’t seen and everything I’ve been through
It's like losing the love of your life twice in the same night
Being deaf for years, gained your hearing and losing your sight
Trying to shine but I’m just getting eclipsed
I'm just trying to find the perfect words to fall from my lips
Thinking too hard about what shit has fallen—mainly the chips
Stalling, hoping the next time it’s storming, I'm not attempting to slit wrists
Got nothing now. I’ll start from the bottom
And work my way up to the top of the ladder, claim what's rightfully mine
Working against time, it's been too long
And I haven't even had a chance to leave y'all yet. I apologize
Get old and wiser now, see the picture, paint it
My destiny fated for this and not for easy times
I spit my heart in these rhymes for all days
As long as I’m here, for always
Live it or leave it to die, I'm ready

[Hook: Jean Grae]
For all my niggas, smoke a pack a day
For all my niggas holding bottles, drink the pain away
What type of life is this?
For all my niggas getting the cash and all my niggas who chill on the ave
Let’s keep living
For all my niggas, drink the pain away
For all my niggas, smoke a pack of Newports a day
What type of life is this?
For all my niggas getting the cash and all my niggas who chill on the ave
Let’s keep living

[Outro: Jean Grae]
Let’s keep living