What do you do when life gets too hard for you
Shed tears or is that to hard for you
I’m just a man, reflection of my family
Meaning you ain’t gotta have one to understand me
I got kids, I got friends
Only difference between me and you is I don’t care bout this benz
I care about Will he was dying and he needed me
I care about the Grammy they gave Missy they cheated me
But they cheated Drake, they cheated Justin Bieber
Guess America don’t like Canada we some ******** heathens
Game can’t watch his mouth that's why his daddy beat him
Same mouth made him millions and now his daddy need him
Finally got a black president look at how they treat him
Kids starvin in Africa why only Oprah feed them?
What happened to the music that I know
I miss it, U2 I guess we feel like Bono

The living, the dead
These Dre beats, my head
My life, featuring Wayne
That was Jayceon, this is Game
Adjacent to the fame ain't chasing a damn thing
So tonight let all of your pain be champagne
I cant tame my killers but I can tell them chill
I might give you a pass depending how I feel
The bi polar bear
They said the end of the World is comin I know it’s here
Cuz California cold this year
Detox, R.E.D
MC’s dead
Kill them softly like Lauren Hill
Skin heads goin K-K-Krazy cuz a ***** in a foreign wheel
We all born to die, some of us born to kill
If that don’t wake you up I hope tomorrow morning will

Never I thought I’d see the day when I, would roll up in the parking lot
And having people comin up to me for a photograph of the s**t I talk about
Yela can I get an autograph Alabama so proud that we just can’t wait
Congrats on the Shady deal, any news on the release date?
I told them what I can, shake another hand sign another autograph it’s cool
Got fans gettin inked up, they de-cater to me I love you too
Got 3000 too, the spirit of rock and roll
Long barrell .38 loaded I’m John Wayne in Geronimo
So I don't really know whats got some these pussies panties in a ball
Cuz I never done s**t but get better and believin’ in God
And leavin’ my mom at 15 with a dream and a cross
A cross that I didn’t see until I was nailed to it for believin’ at all
That I could ever be accepted the way I saw it
I mean I knew it would be hard but really come on yall
Oh I’m a redneck? ******** you tatted on my neck
I’ll sip high life in a can at the grammys now add that to my rep
b***h!

Been holding this pain inside for so long
though the rain never goes away
they say I should leave these streets behind me
but its so hard to escape,
oh lord please send me an angel
to lead me out of this place,
send me a away,
far away
to better days,

[The Game]
the first thing I wanna do is say wat up to TI,
king of the south, now everybody see why,
im just driving and thinking how I survived here,
and I aint seen dre and eminem in 5 years,
that sound shady right,
i live a crazy life,
so many black thoughts I had to paint the mercedes white,
I can tell you about the rims but I aint here for that,
going out like big and pac I fear for that,
take this lambo and put 6 holes in it,
shatter the glass and leave my body exposed in it,
lift the doors up and let all my demons out,
and I can see my brother now cos thats what i been dreaming bout,
i aint thinking bout b-tches or pulling beemers out,
im thinking bout my son safety everytime they leave the house,
i know how to make it out the hood i seen the route,
and heres the proof me venus and serena out,


[Chorus]

im sitting on these stairs at this church,
bout to start a verse
and somewhere in the world somebody about to start a hearse,
tell me who inside it, whos son is that,
and how he get there, now tell me who gun is that,
i aint saying confess definietly aint saying snitch,
but if you kiled the n-gga help his momma dig his ditch,
im from the hood where n-gga gotta keep their gun cocked,
kids wear dre beats to stop the sound of gun shots,
but at least they got the dre beats cos kids in africa aint even got shoes on they feet,
and i seen it on my own eyes at the same time I picking flys off my own eyes,
can you feel that, if you can hear them buzzing,
you can feel the pain of Mike Tyson and his baby mother,
they lost there baby daughter and she was only 3
she never got a chance to blossom on the family tree,

[Chorus]

We got a new president and I love that he black,
but Imma ask him like bush, where the soldiers at?
now move the camera to new orleans where the soldiers at,
the water dried up where n-gga do the Nolia clap
we all juveniles we all been through some trials,
and some tribulations, Im in this booth pacing,
lyrics courtesy of killerhiphop.com
what do I say next, should I talk about some cars
or the next chapter of my life and show you all my scars,
or my bullet wounds and my stab wounds,
cant show you I covered them up with tattoos,
i cant do nothing but spit the truth,
on probation smoking drink patrone before I hit the booth,
you making songs for the clubs while n-ggas drinking,
i make em for the ride home when n-ggas thinking,
one minute you here, next minute sh-t is tragic,
and its a Jim Johnsin track now fill this stack