Dying to Live

Sometimes I think it's easier to backslide

And do the things that naturally just pop in my mind

Like stoppin at the liquor store and buyin some Gin

Or buyin a pack of Philly Blunts and frying a 10

Or going to the club on nights I know it be jumpin

And straight puttin my mack down and leavin with something

Or reachin for my strap because you looked at me wrong

Or callin women names and sellin dope in my songs

But when I think about it, it kinda blows my mind

'cause if all women are hoes, then that means I got nine

My daughters, my sisters, my momma, my wife

My aunties, my grandma's that watched me all of my life

and man I'd like to be famous and I'd love to be rich

But what if a rapper called my daughter a, and called my momma a trick

Would I just laugh and say his lyrics was tight?

Would I still think that what I'm hearing was right?

But when I sit down to write, its like I'm obligated to sound like these fools

Have every other word rhyming with 22's

Or platinum and bling bling

never mentioning Sing Sing

Rikers Island or Chino

it's all about the c-notes

And I don't see no reason to stop it

I'll have the Neptunes do my beats and then everybody gone cop it

And then I'll get in that magazine that you like

Another half wack album with 3 1/2 mics

but I want to make music that stands the test of time

I want to be more than a man that just can rhyme

And got many rings,and got many chains

and many things but when he rap he ain't rappin bout anything

And when he came and was dead

He might have sold a million but you can't remember nothin that he said

and then another head will come and take your place

Just like Ja Rule did Pac and like Loon did Ma$e

Hey but let's face it if I could sell 7 mill, and get to chill with Big Tigger in the basement

Man I'd be happy and you could find my replacement just give me 80 acres and a mansion adjacent

To a swimming pool and a waterfall

a basketball court and a Bentley and I got it all

and pool parties with the groupies and leeches

and jewlery that'll leave em speechless

but I kinda know that I'd be sellin my soul

and makin a trip to see the father man that's better than gold

And I can hold a million hundreds and fifties

but if he choose to punch my clock I can't take none of it with me

you can't believe everything you see

if all these rappers are so happy why they need to smoke weed?

there's something missing but if they look to the sky

they'd see they dyin to live, because they livin to die