Ugk - Living This Life Lyrics

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Lord it's so hard living this life

A constant struggle each and everyday

Some wonder why I'd rather die

Than to continue living this way

Uh I don't wanna do this no mo'

But dis the only thang that I know

I keep a pistol in my back and a gauge on the flo'

The laws and the jackers wanna kick in my do'

I'm a D-boy didn't graduate

But I got Ph.D from Pimp State

And I got a Master's Degree in movin' weight

And my people dependin' on me but they gon' be straight

Uh I wanna go to service

But I ain't been in so long kinda make me feel nervous

'Cause they be lookin' at me funny

Watchin' the plate when I tithe put in my money

I don't wanna go back to that hell

Rather be dead than doin' life in a jail cell

Die young oh well I had a good life

They rappin' 'bout it but I'm out here payin' the price

Lord it's so hard living this life

A constant struggle each and everyday

Some wonder why I'd rather die

Than to continue living this way

I wake up out of bed right after the crack of dawn

And I give myself a stretch up a mornin yawn

And see I'm a pawn in this neighborhood chess game

Move one step at a time long as the Lord bless me

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I know the rest aim high I'm tryin' to aim it higher

Watchin' the lames aspire to street success mayne

They tryin' to flame the fire but that's like wettin' water

You either burnt or washed out so get in order

Everyday it's gettin' harder to fuck with the flow

I'm tryin' to keep all of my motherfuckin' ducks in a row

I gotta see a man 'bout a dog and sell him a cat

If you don't know then you don't know dat's dat

Shit a dollar outta fifteen cents I got a dime

Tryin' to hustle up my way to a million I gotta grind

Walkin' the line like cash I'm on my mash

Two hundred yards behind in a hundred yard dash

Lord it's so hard living this life

A constant struggle each and everyday

Some wonder why I'd rather die

Than to continue living this way

Lord I'm sittin' here on bended knee my hands locked eyes shut

Askin' You to watch over me no matter what

Even though I ain't too well behaved I'm still a child of You

And faith in my Holy Father is all that keep me smilin'

Through the bad times and worse times through it all

When my head is hangin' low You help me to stand tall

The only way I'ma ball the only way I'ma shine

Is if You lookin' after me while I'm out here on the grind

Uh I know you bless the child that go get it

I'm the product of the ghetto the flame of the city

So I talk the language of the ave

Forgive my dirty mouth please I'm whippin' slabs

Fifties quarters and the whole thangs

Balance in my life on the fo' beam

And I need codeine just to stay sane

I'm steady prayin' to You but I don't know Your real name

Knahmtalkinbout?

But I'm under the impression that if your heart is in the right place

Your prayers gon' get heard anyway

So some say Jah Jah some say Allah

Some say Jesus some say Yeshua Ben'ta knahmalkinbout?

Ay man I just look like this man knahmtalkinbout?

I ain't get this far bein' no square man

You wanna hide some'n from black folks

They say you can put it in a book I don't believe that

'Cause I done read fo' libraries worth of books

I got some knowledge y'all need to get up on mayne

But hold a pair of hearts knahmtalkinbout?

For they laws and power knahmsayin? The art of war

The secret societies of America knahmtalkinbout?

Everythang ain't what it look like man

And don't judge every book by its cover ya dig? Hold up

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