My Life Songtext
von Memphis Bleek

I′m from that two bedroom apartment, Marcy
Five three four, that middle building
Yeah, you could say it started me
I'm new to it, but consider me young
Seen it all happen, ain′t understand what was done
But, all I wanted was the fly kicks, fly niggas
Lil' nigga, but still, kept a fly bitch
And back then, niggas was loving the hood
Knuckle up with your dog, fuck it, it's all good

Now, I′m in the crib ripping up to go to war with ′em
Same lil' niggas I used to steal from the store with ′em
Or go and get 'em from school
Used to take the same bus, same train, back then it was cool
I broke bread at lunch with ′em

And if moms left me with two singles
Then you know I'm splitting one with ′em
We cut school in the building I lived in


One floor higher, fucking and getting higher
Damn, think of H, now he locked up north
It was like yesterday, we was practicing sports
Went from flipping on mats, now he flipping in the box
Locked twenty-three hours of the day, he in the max
Ain't no looking back, because this life goes on
We was kids, didn't care about the rights and wrongs
But, nobody judged us, the ghetto loved us
Streets the only thing that ever took something from us

I lost a couple friends, but I promised and prayed
That if I make it, I′ma see ′em again
I admit, I was wild as a child
And my moms ain't like none of my friends who used to call ′em as vile
My brother stayed on punishment, mama found out he hustling
Found a couple G's, her plan, she thought of flushing it
Me, I′m in the streets, I swore, never changed
My brother caught a case, I came up, do the same, come on

This is all about my days
This is all about my nights
This is all about my pain
This is all about my life
This is all about my days
This is all about my nights
This is all about my pain
This is all about my life

I got my first work, about the age of fourteen
My brother fighting the case, his bail was fourteen


Me, still hustling, school, not going
My clothes started changing, the money started showing
My right hand was owing every ho we know
She represent us through the ghetto, every hood we known
Yeah, he put me on to that traffic, though the money was average
I ain't care, I learned to handle that package
Then, a body dropped, O locked for a minute
The squad, it never die, was left to represent it
Took a nigga out his crib, his name, I ain′t gon' mention it

Know this hitting home, I know the shit listening
'Cause we was tighter than brothers, where did the love go?
I called your mother my moms, dog, I let the love show

This is supposed to be us
You was supposed to have the next verse, dog
This was supposed to be us
And, you know I taught you the street, taught you the picture
And, I gave you that gear, got you all the bitches
And, I never thought you′d ever cross me, dog
If they back me down in the corner, get ′em off me, dog, punk
But now I see exactly where we went wrong
When I spin through the hood and I see 'em, I keep it going, huh

Now the ghetto looking at me like I changed
But, I′m still that regular nigga, I'm still the same, come on

This is all about my days
This is all about my nights
This is all about my pain
This is all about my life
This is all about my days
This is all about my nights
This is all about my pain
This is all about my life