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LYRICS:

It's my life

Yeah the only one that I'll ever know

Feeling extra low

Please let me go

Oh... Lord... No...

It's my life

Yeah the only one that I'll ever know

And it stress me so

God bless my soul

Oh... Lord... No...

Whether it's the projects or trailer park mess

Raggedy apartment complex

With a stressed out single mom sitting on the steps

Waiting on the mailman looking for a check

Boys on the corner pushing out their chest

Questing for anything that resemble respect

Young girls swing their hip with every step

Looking for affection settling for sex

Bodies decorated with tattoos and chains

Trying to put armor between you and pain

Wood grain steering wheel the bass bang

Loud enough to drown out the hatred in your brain

The only out is smoking out

Get lean get wet get meth get tore down

Cause who the hell would want to stick around

Put me in a haze I ain't never coming down

It's my life

Yeah the only one that I'll ever know

Feeling extra low

Please let me go

Oh... Lord... No...

It's my life

Yeah the only one that I'll ever know

And it stress me so

God bless my soul

Oh... Lord... No...

They just want to get you in the system stick you in a prison

Enlist you in the military ship you to the desert

Gigs don't exist for you to make a decent living

But we got three illegal wars that you can pick from

Keep stressing morals and personal decisions

Tell me what's moral about these conditions

Who decided you don't got enough to teach children

Stay spending billions on stadiums and prisons

How many routes can folks really choose

When you're oppressed only three lead to you

The first one is follow the rules and stay in school

And be the square dude that society approves

Get a little job or a shitty apartment

A subprime mortgage in a failing house market

And after a life of dedication and hardship

You die just as poor as you was when you started

Fuck that what's up with the second option

You can always hit the corner and try to get it popping

Get fast guap when you out robbing and clocking

But chances are that you probably die violent

Best hope that you got it getting knocked

End up with a job in a prison metal shop

They ain't paying nothing but 3 hots and a cot

Don't you know that's the biggest hustle they got

Or door three you could get on that welfare

They ain't trying to help they'll put you through hell there

Give you just enough so you're not going to starve

And constantly harass you while you looking for a job

If you do luck up and someone let you punch a clock

And they find out about then your check is getting docked

Can't win for losing they dehumanize you

You never get caught up you caught up in that cycle

It's my life

Yeah the only one that I'll ever know

Feeling extra low

Please let me go

Oh... Lord... No...

It's my life

Yeah the only one that I'll ever know

And it stress me so

God bless my soul

Oh... Lord... No...