| My life, though things may seem hard
|
| My life, I know I can depend on God
|
| My life, things might not always go right
|
| My life, but at the end I’ll see a bright light
|
| So many types of women, a life that I was livin'
|
| The clubs, the thugs, the nights that I would give in
|
| It didn’t feel right in my system but I was with 'em
|
| Trying to fight the feeling but I was just like a victim
|
| Caught up in the rhythm of dough I was spendin'
|
| Drinking down venom, the bacardi and lemon
|
| The bartender grinnin', the party’s just beginning
|
| And I was sent into it, it was probably endin'
|
| I mean the stars, the cars, the cards that you charge
|
| To the brauds that you meet at the bar, it’s all a mirage
|
| I even ignored my true calling from God
|
| Hid like Jonah in the club with bottles of corona
|
| Surrounded by models and owners, and cronic smokers
|
| The ones that you find in a coma, play the corners
|
| Gun holder sprayed the foreigners
|
| But today I’m no longer, much stronger
|
| Witness my song, cuz
|
| My life, money, girls and material things
|
| In my life, it means alot to a player when he’s chasing his dream
|
| My life, it takes alot to turn a player around
|
| My life, especially in the playa moment when he lays on the ground
|
| (In my life)
|
| Taking straight shots of liquor, leave a spot on my liver
|
| Bustin' shots at my niggas praying cops come quicker
|
| Cuz the life I got, somethin' not to live for
|
| My kid’s 4' 5″, and 12, surviving hell
|
| My nigga Boog died in jail, the rest of my niggas crying bail
|
| Laying in an iron cell, I tried going to church
|
| But it seems like the Pastor keep molding a verse
|
| Until my mom go in her purse
|
| The Lord knowing I search, I needed therapy
|
| My heart’s beating heavily, I’m seeking heavenly
|
| For the rest of me, my man says stay weeded, that’s the recipe
|
| Until the cops arrested me
|
| My destiny is to leave a legacy, I don’t have much
|
| But if the Lord credit me, you’d see the best of me
|
| I found a new life the day within the Bible page
|
| While the popcorn’s in the microwave, I hop on a tidal wave
|
| I’m being stress free, I can do it if you let me
|
| If I’m wrong then correct, or it just could be
|
| Or it just could be
|
| My life, money, girls and material things
|
| In my life, it means alot to a player when he’s chasing his dream
|
| My life, it takes alot to turn a player around
|
| My life, especially in the playa moment when he lays on the ground
|
| (In my life)
|
| Since this record is nearly over, bring the song to it’s closin'
|
| Jahova, lights that novas over life and cultures
|
| I’m seein' nights turn solar, ultra brightens the globe up
|
| I roll up to niggas with no luck, slow bucks
|
| Spent, hold up, silly cops coppin' doughnuts from bakeries
|
| Shootouts awaken the seeds, D’s chasin' the thieves
|
| In projects hoping to receive large checks
|
| For their children, police and the mayor chillin'
|
| While they’re the biggest villians of them all
|
| I’m building with the children by the mall
|
| I hear the rumors saying «Priest be on some other shit
|
| Trying to unite the bloods and crips»
|
| To show 'em how to overthrow this government
|
| I start spazzin', talking about the mothership
|
| Throwin' off my publicist and start talking about the Hebrew covenant
|
| While I’m still thuggin' it, I keep it real, that’s why they lovin' it
|
| In my life…
|
| My life, money, girls and material things
|
| In my life, it means alot to a player when he’s chasing his dream
|
| My life, it takes alot to turn a player around
|
| My life, especially in the playa moment when he lays on the ground
|
| (In my life) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song My Life , by - Killah Priest. Song from the album Priesthood, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп