We are not the same, I am a Martian So approach my Phantom doors with caution You see them 24s spinnin'? I earned 'em And I ain't no preacher, but here's my Erick Sermon So eat this black music and tell me how it taste now And fuck Jesse Jackson, ‘cause it ain't about race now Sometimes I think about my life, with my face down Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile Damn, I know his mama proud and since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my mama now And like M.J.B. Take me away from the hood, like a state penitentiary Take me away from the hood, in a casket or a Bentley Take me away, like I overdosed on cocaine Or take me away like a bullet from Kurt Cobain, suicide I'm from a windy city like Do or Die From a block close to where Biggie was crucified That was Brooklyn's Jesus, shot for no fuckin' reason And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces? ‘Cause that's Jesus, people – and Game, he's the equal Hated on so much, Passion of Christ need a sequel Yeah, like Roc-a-Fella needed Siegel Like I needed my father, but he needed a needle I need some meditation so I can lead my people They askin', 'Why, why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?' And why every hood nigga feed off evil? Answer my question 'fore this bullet leave this Desert Eagle And I'm grindin' till I'm tired ‘Cause they said: 'You ain't grindin' till you tired.' So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide Lookin' to find a way through the day, a light for the night Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people I'm just wonderin' why you haven't taken my life Like what the hell am I doin' right? My life

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