My Life Lyrics - Keith Murray

I'm a take you back to day one, livin' in this new york slum 

It's deaf to the dumb, only break bread with some 

Moms left at fifteen, had no American dreams 

To this day I'm sellin' to my cousin, who's a fiend 

No one would got me but my older brother 

Little did we know the dirt we did fell back on my mother 

But didn't care back then, that's why she left like that 

Now my parents became the street, and it's best like that 

Some nights I pray to God and ask him to pull my cord 

'Cause times is hard like the opposite street'll leave you scarred 

Street wise, with no respect for authority and shit 

A chronic hustler of crack; a typical bitch 

Raised by Madu, who strung out on a glass dick 

But every now and then I blessed her with a hit 

So she don't have to trick 

It's prevalent amongst kids today 

Hustle krills, stack dough, and everything's okay 

[Chorus] 

It's the emancipation proclamation under the self-devised guidelines 

Of self preservation and starvation (I gotta live) 

It's the emancipation proclamation under the self-devised guidelines 

Of self preservation and starvation (and I gotta live) 

My life in this world wasn't about diamonds and pearls 

It was rough growin' up around the boys and girls 

After daddy left, shit was a mess; momma stressed 

But I give her an award, 'cause, damn, she tried her best 

Holdin' down the household, barely had money to fold 

Christmas time, cherished our little shit like gold 

I can't front; daddy was still there for me, cared for me 

But him and mommy breakin' up was like a nightmare to me 

Yo, this is for the younger fathers and mothers, sisters and brothers 

Success is nothin' if it ain't; if it was with the others 

We gotta make the best out of this terrible situation 

If not for us, for the younger generation 

We gotta break the chain, and deal with the pain 

For all our people that was slayed in vain (revenge) 

For all our peoples that was falsely framed (revenge) 

For all our peoples that's livin' the name 

[Chorus] 

Let me show; I gotta love L.O.D., they put me under they wing 

And then I teamed up with the most beautiful thing 

In the world, 'cause L.O.D. we all we got 

I'm a fans and my mans keep it, like it or not 

I know it hurts havin' to do everyday dirt 

Police all over my back; feel like bustin' them jerks 

When I'm my road to the riches, I stay away from snitches 

And them bitches, and keep my mind on business 

Life was tough, so I became aggressive like a pit 

The only time I felt relaxed was when the blunt was lit 

Thinkin' me and my team can be tight like the Gambino 

Muscle in the hustle scene; respected like Leno 

It gets deeper than the words of Proverbs 

New thoughts emerge as I cop the squat on the curb 

Thinkin' the herb; strengthen my brain like spinach 

And heavy shine, flooded with ice might; reduce my self-spirits 

Stick 'em; my life is so real it hurts 

Like when I saw my pops bein' driven off in a hearse 

Like when I saw my mother bein' driven off in a hearse 

Like you school when the roach crawl out my shirt 

Like on thanksgiving when we got free food from the church 

Back then it was DJ Red Alert and Cool Herc 

Rockin' been stripe knees and latigra shirts 

Back then L.O.D. was puttin' in work 

From the cradle to the grave 

We all in the struggle, we gon' struggle, we gon' strive to stay alive 

All my real people know what I'm talkin' about 

Watch each other backs 

Word up; my life is nothing without my niggas, word up