M-1 of dead prez - Whole Life lyrics

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 Repeat [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 n***as locked up behind bars for life f** the Stars and Stripes All n***as 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 n***a 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 n***a in jail For the millionth f**ing 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 f**ed up in the game hustlin for paper better yet for the basics ugh For food clothes & shelter mad n***as doin state bids Some doing fed time while others lost they life Some stuck in dead end jobs they whole f**ing life In debt, Bad credit, living check to check, stressed out kinda like a seen my mom my whole life (Chorus) Repeat 2x [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 k**as with Capitalism Kung Fu So when it is my turn my n***a guess what I'm gone do (Chorus) Repeat 2x [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, k** the devil inside Then we won't have to hide feel me! M A Uno yeah, A-Alikes Raye 6 back to the basics