The Life -
Styles Lyrics

Pharoahe talk to 'em, let 'em try to understand,
Pharoahe Monch speaks to the audience to try and make them comprehend

My life is all I have
The only thing the artist has is his life

My rhymes, my pen, my pad
The artist has his rhymes and the tools he uses to create them

And I done made it through the struggle, don't judge me
The artist has overcome hardships and does not want to be criticized for it

What you say now, won't budge me
No matter what is said about the artist, he will not let it affect him

'Cause where I come from, so often
The artist is from a place where tragedy is common

People you grew up with, layin' in a coffin
The artist has lost friends and acquaintances to death

But I done made it through the pain in spite
The artist has endured hardships despite the pain

It's my time now, my world, my life
The artist feels it is his time to shine, and his life is his own

My life, Is based on lightin' blunts, loadin' guns
The artist's life revolves around smoking marijuana and handling firearms

Tellin my lawyers to get the case gone
The artist is instructing his lawyers to take care of any legal issues he has

I need the bills that the presidents got they face on
The artist desires money in the form of U.S. currency

But on the flipside of things, it's still warmer than June
Despite any negativity, the artist still feels optimistic

And my life is all I have, my family, my niggas, my flow, my grabs what
The artist's life consists of his loved ones, his music, and his possessions

Is a blunt to the head, a prayer for the dead
The artist smokes a blunt in memory of those who have passed

Run around hustlin', scared of the feds
The artist is making money through illegal means and is afraid of being caught by the authorities

They said death is eternal sleep
People say that death means everlasting slumber

But the only thing is you ain't really sure if you prepared for the bed
The artist is unsure if he is ready for death

So often we get merked in the head, instead of big money
So many people die by violence instead of making large amounts of money

Tell mom I don't go to the church, tell Oc' I don't' go to mas
The artist does not attend church or follow religion

I blow blunts, hold guns, and I'ma be right there when the soldiers'll march
The artist smokes marijuana and carries firearms, and he will be present during times of hardship

I play the part, and my heart seem colder than March
The artist acts a certain way, but his emotions can be very cold

But the bullpens, the jail cells is makin' it worse
Being in jail is only making the artist's life more difficult

I have talks with the Lord and he'll be callin' me soon, what
The artist speaks with God and believes he will die soon

And my life is all I have
The artist's life is the most important thing he possesses