[Hook:]
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(It's my life)
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Yeah, the only one that I'll ever know
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Feeling extra low
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Please let me go
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Hold on, no
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(It's my life)
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Yeah, the only that I'll ever know
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And it stressed me so
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Oh God, bless me soul
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Hold on
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[Verse 1:]
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Wether it's the projects or a trailer park mess
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Raggedy the apartment complex
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With a stressed out single mom sitting on the steps
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Waiting on the mailman, looking for a check
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Boys on the corner, pushing out the chest
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Questing for anything that resembles respect
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Young girls swinging their hair with every step
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Looking for affection, settling for sex
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Bodies decorated with tattoos and chains
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Trying to put armor between you and pain
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Wood grain steering wheel, the bass bang
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But not enough to drown out the hatred in your brain
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The only out is smoking out
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Get lean, get wet, get meth, get tore down
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Cause who the hell would want to stick around?
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Put me in a haze, I ain't never coming out
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2:]
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They just wanna get you in the system, stick you into prison
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List you in the military ship you to the desert
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Pigs don't exist for you to make a decent living
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But we got three illegal wars to shoot the pigs from
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Keep stressing marvels and personal decisions
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Tell me what's marvel about these conditions
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Who decided you don't got enough to teach children?
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Stay spending billions, on stadiums and prisons
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How many roles can folks really choose?
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When you're oppressed only three lead to you
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First one is follow the rules and stay in school
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Be the square dude, that's a society approves
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Get a little job or a shitty apartment
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Or a sub-par mortgage in a failing house margin
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The after your life dedication and hardship
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You died just as poor as you was when you started
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Fuck that, what's up with the second option?
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You could always hit the corner and try to get it popping
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Get fast guap when you're out dropping and clocking
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But, chances are that you'll probably die violent
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The best hope that you got is getting nada
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And end up with a job in a prison metal shop
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They ain't paying nothing but three [?]
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Don't you know that's the biggest hustle they got?
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Or door three you can get on that welfare
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But they ain't trying to help, they'll put you in hell there
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Give you just enough so you're not gonna starve
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And constantly harass you while you're looking for a job
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Do lock up and someone that got you to punch a clock
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And they found about it and your check is getting dot
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Can't win for losing, dehumanizing
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You'll never get caught up, you caught up in a cycle
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[Hook]
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Only Life I Know
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Brother Ali |