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My life, Pharoahe Monch, Ayatollah, Howie McDuffy
Holiday Styles, Double R, Rawkus Records
Pharoahe talk to 'em, let 'em try to understand
Let 'em try, let 'em try now

My life is all I have
My rhymes, my pen, my pad
An' I done made it through the struggle, don't judge me
What you say now, won't budge me

'Cuz where I come from, so often
People you grew up with layin' in a coffin
But I done made it through the pain in strife
It's my time now, my world, my life

My life is based on lightin' blunts, loadin' guns
Tellin' my lawyers to get the case gone
I need the bills that the presidents got they face on
So I can switch my residence, get a truck an' a Lex

F*** a check, I no longer have to wait for 'em
I made a couple ends, lost a couple friends
I light a blunt 'cuz never will the struggle end
So you can judge a nigga, but you ain't got it
You ain't in the role

So you really can't budge a nigga, you oughta love a nigga
For the fact that it's my world
An' my life but still I'm a rugged nigga
They say you buggin', nigga, f*** it, I'm a thuggin' nigga

You talkin' b*******, then kick it with another nigga
I got a bigger bed an' I need a cover, nigga
An' I ain't got friends, I got enemies
So if they with me, then that means they my brother, niggaz

My life is all I have
My rhymes, my pen, my pad
An' I done made it through the struggle, don't judge me
What you say now, won't budge me

'Cuz where I come from, so often
People you grew up with layin' in a coffin
But I done made it through the pain in strife
It's my time now, my world, my life

My life is a blunt to the head, a prayer for the dead
Run around hustlin', scared of the Feds
They said death is eternal sleep
But the only thing is you ain't really sure
If you prepared for the bed

So often we get merked in the head, instead of big money
They got big Momma hurtin' instead
My life is makin' the verse, but the handcuffs
The bullpens, the jail cells is makin' it worse

Tell Mommy I don't go to the church
Tell Oc' I don't go to mosque, I blow blunts, hold guns
An' I'ma be right there when the soldiers'll march
I play the part an' my heart seem colder than March

But on the flip side of things, it's still warmer than June
I have talks with the Lord an' he'll be callin' me soon, what?
An' my life is all I have
My family, my niggaz, my flow, my grabs, what?

My life is all I have
My rhymes, my pen, my pad
An' I done made it through the struggle, don't judge me
What you say now, won't budge me

'Cuz where I come from, so often
People you grew up with layin' in a coffin
But I done made it through the pain in strife
It's my time now, my world, my life

My life, my life