[Xzibit]
 Ain't a [bad word] thing promised to ya
 Except livin your life, and dyin one day, I'm just bein honest to ya
 It take a whole lot, just to get a little
 Gettin caught up in the middle the answer to life's riddles
 [bad word] that easy, but it was easy
 to lead me, but it wasn't easy to see me
 Get up off the block to the TV
 And sell a couple million CD's, best believe me
 You see these callouses on my soul?
 Couldn't let hate and paralysis, take control
 I pick you up when you down 'til I can't no mo'
 My name sting in your mouth like canker sores
 Been at war my whole life, sleepless nights
 Endless fights, but still can't walk to the light
 Cause my work ain't finished on earth, for what it's worth
 From the cradle to the hearse, God and family first, for real
 [bad word]  singer]
 Somewhere in the heart of man (somewhere, within, somewhere)
 [bad word] a time when he must understand (when he must understand)
 The strong withstand, the weak will fall [repeat]
 Cause tomorrow may [bad word] at all [repeat]

[Xzibit]
 Life ain't long, it's more like a snapshot
 You can have the top, I live for the hop
 Never take a day I'm breathin on this planet for granted
 Time for change, time for growth, peace understandin
 See but niggaz keep forcin my hand, disturbin my plans
 Bringin out the soldier in a peaceful man
 It's like tryin to build a house on sand; you never get
 a solid foundation, one man can change the nation
 Yo I put that on all creation; Haitian, Jamaican
 African, Asian, Caucausian, Indian
 Whatever your persuasion, this is the message
 Time is of essence especially when you're countin your blessings
 Lessons learned from the deepest of pain, it's not a game
 Keep my name outta your mouth and I'ma keep it the same, ya dig?
 It's a shame, graduated to the rap game
 Only to find out crack and rap was the same thang, [bad word] !
 [bad word] 

[Xzibit]
 Who got skill? Who got hustle?
 Who got they family with 'em? Who pay for they muscle?
 Yo it's all [bad word] out in the wash, the lost angel
 with dirty wings, bullets ricochet off my halo
 I lay low for no one, I love my life
 Ain't afraid of no hard work and sacrifice
 Was born twice through the life of my seed
 Makin sure he see a side of life, I was never able to see
 Hittin home like "Ground Zero," move over now
 Peace to the real heroes, still underground
 I put it down for the homies that came that's hard in the paint
 I'm livin proof it's never to late, you straight
 Once in a while I go back to the main strip
 And see the same niggaz still doin the same [bad word]  And all I can do is increase the flow
 Put it out, let it soak in, and hope they grow, c'mon
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