Whole Life Feat M-1 of Dead Prez
(Chorus)
I been struggle watching suffering out here hustlin seems like my WHILE LIFE
I been hopin I been wishin for something different seems like my WHOLE LIFE
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[Verse 1 Karaam A-Black]
My whole life I have been gettin by barely survivin Man I done seen everything,don't nothin scare or surprise me
I stay prepared for the worse, I been depressed since my momma died
They call it cancer me i call it homicide
And now I'm traumatized scarred for life
For all my niggas locked up behind bars for life
Fuck the Stars and Stripes
All niggas talk about is cars and ice
When all they givin us is scars and strife
I can't sleep so I toss at night like a fish outta water
At 14, they had me pitching them quarters
Runnin up to feens takin they orders
Like a waiter do
When all I wanted was some shoes and a plate of food
I think back and feel sorry for that young nigga
A future doctor they turned into a drug dealer
It's seems like I never had a chance like I was born to die
But now I wanna know why???
My whole life!!!
(Chorus)
I been struggle watching suffering out here hustlin seems like my WHILE LIFE
I been hopin I been wishin for something different seems like my WHOLE LIFE
Repeat

[Verse 2 Ness]
WHEN WE DIE WHERE DOES ETERNITY TAKE Us
From the womb to the tomb we twist & turn in the matrix
Living this existence in this system where we just equations Numbers, Nothing more another slave on the slave ship Another horse on the farm Another nigga in jail
For the millionth fucking time yeah we living in hell
Satan is the people in power
The whole power structure People that place people under the dollar
Scholars & college professor lecture
While we succumb to the pressure
Fucked up in the game hustlin for paper better yet for the basics ugh
For food clothes & shelter mad niggas doin state bids
Some doing fed time while others lost they life
Some stuck in dead end jobs they whole fucking life
In debt, Bad credit, living check to check, stressed out kinda like a seen my mom my whole life

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[Verse 3 M-1]
Look Look What is a dollar worth
What if we all are cursed in
This impala yeah we call it hearse
We taking money to our grave the slave masters dream
We crave after cream in they magazines
They tell us what we should feen for
That we should be more
That's why we sell crack to be like jack in the bean stalk
Chasing the cloud believe in fairytales
Knowing very well that you are under a spell or in a bed of nails
May we rest in hell with our smith and wesson
When it get that real greet them with a blessin
I'm a squeeze that trigga like a Benjamin
Aimin with a malicious intent to put an end to em
Devil in the detail, wholesale, retail
Making an unbelievable profit then resale
Uncle Sam killas with Capitalism Kung Fu
So when it is my turn my nigga guess what I'm gone do
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[Outro M-1]
Yeah, this is a hustla's lament, real talk! dollaz and cents you know, it's a vicious cycle, a spiral, ending up doin what we didn't want to do yeah, selling each other our own poison, real talk! becoming our own slave masters yeah, kill the devil inside
Then we won't have to hide feel me! M A Uno yeah, A-Alikes Raye 6 back to the basics