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eric west - our life lyrics

[verse 1]
i remember asking for a dollar so that i could buy myself a cheeto bag
that was way back in the day when women i was with didn’t need no bag
13 year olds wasn’t bout the money so the green they had was called the ceelo stash
but i was skipping that like when dj don’t know how to make the needle drag
i done seen a lot of savage sh+t
i seen homies putting hands on chicks
obviously they ain’t my homies now but that could have been me on a dramatic flip
there were preteens seeing early graves chugging monster cans equal to their age
17 year olds out all night and day thinking they run the streets but becoming slaves
of thе statistics, it’s a funny thing
cuz cops love to make all them numbеrs pay

[hook]
you can see the fire in my eyes oh yea yeah
i done seen a lot of homies die, oh yeah yeah yeah yeah
im just tryna make it out alive oh yeah yeah
but thats just our, thats just our life
i don’t see no fire in your eyes oh yeah yeah
you not gonna make it out alive yea yea yea
you ain’t never see no homies die oh yea yea
that’s just our, that’s just our life

[verse 2]
my homegirl by the name of sam was victim of a wicked plan
her homie stabbed by another man, she held his body in her hands
k!lled him for the h+ll of it
but now this lesson prevalent
every pain is relevant
character development
way before the time of judas, there was always prejudice
i went to a racist school with salvys versus mexicans
since then i was really down to fight
tom n jerry it was hands on sight
hoods where bullets flew every night
d+mn im glad i made it out alive
[hook]
you can see the fire in my eyes oh yea yeah
i done seen a lot of homies die, oh yeah yeah yeah yeah
im just tryna make it out alive oh yeah yeah
but thats just our, thats just our life
i don’t see no fire in your eyes oh yeah yeah
you not gonna make it out alive yea yea yea
you ain’t never see no homies die oh yea yea
that’s just our, that’s just our life

[verse 3]
people ask why i love the tanktops, thats all i had living on the street
homeless 2 days before senior year it was 63 minus 5 degrees
dig through the trash of the local mosque for some spoiled bread thats all i could eat
dreamin’ one day i could find a job so that i can finally go buy a beat
the odds against me no time to sleep
no poor excuses like poverty
new top 5’s what i’m tryna be
em, biggie, nas, 2pac and me
you wear skinny jeans and you love to gossip you not a thug you a drama queen
that petty stuff don’t bother me
cuz a legacy i’m tryna leave

- eric west lyrics

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