Lyrics:

Yo man, this is crazy
This is for them niggas, man
Going half with they man for a couple bundles and shit
Trying to feed they family
It's hard out here, B
This is for them niggas that just came home, man
Don't wanna get a job, B
Can't get a job
Is this my life?
Either I'mma make it or fall through the cracks of the basement
Huh? Is this my life?
Will I spend time in the cell for them dimes that I sell?
Damn, is this my life?
I barely can feed my damn daughter
I think I'm 'bout to catch a manslaughter
Is this my life?
This shit too confusing at times
Swear to God, think I'm losing my mind
Yeah dude on his grind, still rapping, still doing his rhymes
Still plotting on doing some crimes, still cooking the coke
From the block, still pushing the dope
Cause the streets got its foot in my throat
Some niggas can't relate
I tell myself I got plans to make
How you fail at something as simple as standing straight?
On your own two feet, but you can't escape
Now you're forty-something years old, a damn disgrace
I ain't going out like that, I'mma fight back
Grab my soul from the grip of the devil and take my life back
Just like that you can die from nothing
It's like God playing dice with your life, and he might crap
Or he could Cee-Lo, have you whipping a nice Ac'
Or he could just shoot deuce and you'll be right back
Poverty-stricken, probably in prison
Too many niggas gon' die in this system
Is this my life?
Either I'mma make it or fall through the cracks of the basement
Huh? Is this my life?
Will I spend time in the cell for them dimes that I sell?
Damn, is this my life?
I barely can feed my damn daughter
I think I'm 'bout to catch a manslaughter
Is this my life?
This shit too confusing at times
Swear to God, think I'm losing my mind
Sometimes, one crime, no bread, one nine
Blue suit, sirens, oh that's one time
Odds against me, I'm Nick Cannon in Drumline
Fuck that, times is too hard for a punchline
Can't unwind in my own confines, still I feel confined
And I got everybody's passion combined, still I'm undermined
There's no underline, just hunger in the grind
Sacrifice winter with summer on the mind
Ain't looking cause I don't wanna wonder what I'll find
A little X and dip, blowing weed
No diploma, no degree, it's just me
I stand out in a crowd
And I give these grams out in a drought
No handouts, I'm too proud
Praying out loud
Might end up in prison
Won't change the way I'm living
So please father, forgive me
Is this my life?
Either I'mma make it or fall through the cracks of the basement
Huh? Is this my life?
Will I spend time in the cell for them dimes that I sell?
Damn, is this my life?
I barely can feed my damn daughter
I think I'm 'bout to catch a manslaughter
Is this my life?
This shit too confusing at times
Swear to God, think I'm losing my mind