This Thing Called Life

I don't really know I mean shit, that's usually my everyday Why am I always thinking? What am I, this thing called life is just a bitch Sometimes I talk to myself, talk to myself a little too much Who is God, a nigga just be trying to figure it out I'm always thinking my brain always gone in a blank, is God my friend or does God love me? I got to do better Niggas say when you come up, I got to do more, money changes everything No f*ck that, no it don't More money more mother fucking problems, who put me here? What's with this shit about we supposed to survive, right? Where do I go next, what's next, that's something to think about What's this shit really about, how did I even get here? Why you don't wanna see a nigga eat? (Bah-bah!) is that the police? I be damned if a nigga kill me, you win some you lose some Who is policing the police? (I heard this saying) What mark am I going to leave here on this earth? Why are you mad, can you answer? What the f*ck you mad What is life, what is this? Do you know? What is this thing called life?