THE LIFE WE LIVE

[Verse 1]

[Verse 2]
You wanted death when you left in there bleedin'
I made a bet when the stress wasn't even
Wake up with stress like every morning
I knew that same kid really was dreaming of a better life, better home (Better home)
You better grip a knife when you lone (Lone)
How do you sleep at night, stress from heat and strife, and you only worried 'bout the dough?
I'm here with conflict
Pull up to your mom's crib, I empty the clip
I'm chill with some convicts
Shit, atleast I'm honest, but not to a bitch (What?)
Yeah, I got a lot of feelings when the plot is dealing, pop cops seeking
So I jot my feelings in my notebook
You get lazy, let the hoes cook
Think I'm wrong?
Take a close look
Motherfucker, you don't know us
I met my homie in school back when Peggy had the hoes shook
Listen over coca cola
I was high in my room
Imagine that times two
I was in and outta conscious
Do the fucking six bong rips
I don't know what to do
I'm at a loss
What does my happiness cost?
What if my homie was shot?
I would take a bullet for that kid
I was tripping off some acid, word