Buy album on iTunes: http://bit.ly/Q0Z4HE or Fifth Element: http://bit.ly/NbZfxY Produced by Jake One. Video directed by Dave Wilson Learn more about the song: http://bit.ly/QjaacI http://rhymesayers.com/brotherali http://brotherali.com http://facebook.com/brotherali http://twitter.com/brotherali LYRICS: It's my life Yeah the only one that I'll ever know Feeling extra low Please let me go Oh... Lord... No... It's my life Yeah the only one that I'll ever know And it stress me so God bless my soul Oh... Lord... No... Whether it's the projects or trailer park mess Raggedy apartment complex With a stressed out single mom sitting on the steps Waiting on the mailman looking for a check Boys on the corner pushing out their chest Questing for anything that resemble respect Young girls swing their hip with every step Looking for affection settling for sex Bodies decorated with tattoos and chains Trying to put armor between you and pain Wood grain steering wheel the bass bang Loud enough to drown out the hatred in your brain The only out is smoking out Get lean get wet get meth get tore down Cause who the hell would want to stick around Put me in a haze I ain't never coming down It's my life Yeah the only one that I'll ever know Feeling extra low Please let me go Oh... Lord... No... It's my life Yeah the only one that I'll ever know And it stress me so God bless my soul Oh... Lord... No... They just want to get you in the system stick you in a prison Enlist you in the military ship you to the desert Gigs don't exist for you to make a decent living But we got three illegal wars that you can pick from Keep stressing morals and personal decisions Tell me what's moral about these conditions Who decided you don't got enough to teach children Stay spending billions on stadiums and prisons How many routes can folks really choose When you're oppressed only three lead to you The first one is follow the rules and stay in school And be the square dude that society approves Get a little job or a shitty apartment A subprime mortgage in a failing house market And after a life of dedication and hardship You die just as poor as you was when you started Fuck that what's up with the second option You can always hit the corner and try to get it popping Get fast guap when you out robbing and clocking But chances are that you probably die violent Best hope that you got it getting knocked End up with a job in a prison metal shop They ain't paying nothing but 3 hots and a cot Don't you know that's the biggest hustle they got Or door three you could get on that welfare They ain't trying to help they'll put you through hell there Give you just enough so you're not going to starve And constantly harass you while you looking for a job If you do luck up and someone let you punch a clock And they find out about then your check is getting docked Can't win for losing they dehumanize you You never get caught up you caught up in that cycle It's my life Yeah the only one that I'll ever know Feeling extra low Please let me go Oh... Lord... No... It's my life Yeah the only one that I'll ever know And it stress me so God bless my soul Oh... Lord... No...