Every day I say I'm stressed out but I won't pull my hair out
Or wear out my self, it's very, very bad for my health
Get it together, brotha Fam, brotha man, 'cause I can
Take a toll on, you understand

We are the world, we make up all the surroundings
I'm roundin', holdin' my port down underground in
This hell hole, you never know which way to go
Get caught up in the game or even trapped behind the do'

Po po, I saw one clip today
It was slow, cold GZ was around the way
I had to go, hibernate, create a different mind state
And wait till it was my turn get the first break

Life of a *******, it no easy
Ja rasta know it no easy
Life of a *******, it no easy
Ja rasta know it no easy

I got locked up, the end of last summer, put me on probation
I had to hustle 'cause I was under nuff frustration
I had no cash, wasn't goin' out diggin' in trash
So I got some weed, bagged it up, called my staff

I broke the rule, hold it, sold in the school
And if in form, word is bond, I use my tool
From Ill Town, so it's natural I'm being real sick
Big up to name, gun salute off my loose lip

How could I be positive
When all I grew around was negative
The dirty lights of four, is what I live

A certain point in my life I never knew where to turn
My concern was more ganja must get burned
A young lad never had the dad to play, I went astray
Runnin' from the cops duckin' stray shots around my way

Life of a *******, it no easy
Ja rasta know it no easy
Life of a *******, it no easy
Ja rasta know it no easy

You playin' chicken rhymes
You kickin' on a dead head-on collision
Syllables slicin' your styles like surgical incisions
Envision somehow, someway you be better than me

You couldn't ***k around, you nut, I'm a ecstasy
Forgotten just as fast as you came with no name
Rottin' ain't the same, servin' more *****z than caine
My brain'll slain careers of future MCs, wannabe's

Rappin' like GZ, I make your ***kin' heart freeze
Straight out the land of the Ill, swear to Jersey, I kill
Anyone duplicatin' my skills for real
That's on the High, tell you no lie

My mental's too aggressive for your ways to defy
Every day I'm gettin' lifted, sobriety win
I got swingin' serpentine in a federal pen
Ooh, let me cool down before I overheat
Representin' Double L from the Ill Town streets

Life of a black *******, boy from a baby
Robbed of a father figure 'cause daddy was crazy shady
My mama had to be hurt but she ain't showin'
She was raisin' two little boys
And ain't want neither to know or to blow it

Now the loner hates the night aroma
Leanin' more towards the youth house and less towards a diploma
A street roamer, damn near knockin' *****z in comas
No daddy to reach, so the streets teach from the corners

A goner, now the Fed's, so the family splits
Sellin' out on Rally Park soon after the star taff was hit
I went past the point, they found me, had a bounty
So the life of a ******* starts a new life from the county