Courtesy of Jane-Finch.com 2004
Written by Chuckie Akenz

"What's Life?"


verse 1:

Now just listen to my words n plz understand/
i was raised as a thug so i cant be a man/
im labeled as the lowest scum on the earth/
n its like i was cursed the day i seen birth/
and im findin it hard wen i try to fit in/
i live life as a thug so where do i begin/
its often im disapproved straight in da face/
n im wonderin sometimes wat im doin in dis place/
i kno life aint easy but I cant get a break/
ive lived through it all dont I got wat it takes/
ive experienced drugs, ive experienced violence/
past the beyond ive cryed tears in da silence/
watch my mother cry as i bring her home troubles/
everyday of life is the same fuckin rubble/
losin bits of me every second life pasts/
n im always here sittin alone n i ask/

Chrous:
Whas Life?
Wen my worlds come crashin on down/
Whas Life?
Wen im still here pumpin out rounds/
Whas Life?
Wen my dreams is to high to reach/
Whas Life?
Wen I dont undastand wat dey teach/
Whas Life?
Wen I cant have noone to hold/
Whas Life?
Wen ur days just passin by slow/
Whas Life?
Wen i cant seem to drop that knife/
Whas Life?
Wen I keep on askin whats life?/



im a ghetto thug son i tout u knew it clearly/
n it seems so wack that this gangsta gets teary/
now some ppl think i live as happy as can be/
i wish i really could past the things that i see/
the things that ive done i can never forget/
its like the first moment u take ur first step/
wen im tryin to do good the bad always comes/
wen im out doin bad the good always runs/
n dont tell me how to live unless u been through it to/
i dont need a rich bastard to tell me wat to do/
you havent seen the things ive seen havent been where i been/
havent lost the things that helped u make a dream/
havent been forced to press a gun torwards another/
havent got the time to kno ur own mother/
always watchin the sky in hopes to unmask/
always waitin for an answer everytime i ask/


Chrous:
Whas Life?
Wen my worlds come crashin on down/
Whas Life?
Wen im still here pumpin out rounds/
Whas Life?
Wen my dreams is to high to reach/
Whas Life?
Wen I dont undastand wat dey teach/
Whas Life?
Wen I cant have noone to hold/
Whas Life?
Wen ur days just passin by slow/
Whas Life?
Wen i cant seem to drop that knife/
Whas Life?
Wen I keep on askin whats life?/