[Intro: Killah Priest]

Yeah, this is life

It's a struggle, it's my pain

Our pain, it's our love

It's our life, it's our struggle



[Chorus: Tragedy Khadafi]

What we live for, what we die for

It's the stress, it's the test, this my war

The words I live by, ya'll never run scared

But this life, this is love, these are some fears



[Killah Priest]

Is little ghetto kids ever gonna see the sun

Look what that metal did, sad, cuz he was young

Outside his funeral, doorags, white tees and funds

It's all I could do, make a path, hear the preacher comes

Little Tasha's moms had a bad coke habit

But she still weighs lobby full of broke addicts

Broken elevator, next to the extenerator

Lord, forgive me, my whole life I have been a gangsta

Bars on the window, jars of that Indo

Keep us everything, God, for our kinfolks

See 'em on the holiday, holdin' down the funeral

Every day a dollar's made, hope you life is beautiful

But we let them lama's bang, ya'll know the usual

Never know our mama's pain, til that black suit's on you

Baby moms stressin', these streets give me bad vibes

But I rep the hood life, live it til our flatline



[Chorus]



[Chorus 2: Tragedy Khadafi]

The words I live by, ya'll never run scared

But this life, this is love, these are some fears

It's the joy, it's the pain, nothing compares

It's the hood, look around, feel it in the air



[Tragedy Khadafi]

A young soldier on the roof, starin' at the street

He never knew his fate, would be decided by the beast

To say the very least, murdered by the white police

To kick the door open, slugs tore his flesh apart

The moonlight meters, blood glisten in the dark

Seconds later, he was dead, bullets in the heart

I heard his mother sceaming, my dreams, I ain't sleep

I try to break, feel my body tangled in the sheets

Am I living, am I dying, tell me where I'm going

Look at the sky, ask me why, really I ain't knowing

Tell me where's the justice, heaven you need to hug us

Where they killin' black babies and destroyin' mothers

Cops strayin' brothers, I don't want to count the numbers

Are we lost in this world, with no one to love us

Are we lost in this world, with no one to love us

(Timothy, we ridin' for you)



[Chorus]



[Chorus 2]