The Breath of Life Black Market Militia

[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