Artist: Apocalipps f/ Fundisha
Album:  The Get Right
Song:   Live the Life (Remix)
Typed by: pneumatic

[Chorus: Fundisha]
Have you eva eva eva in your whole whole life,
Seen the the things that I've seen or live the life,
People don't know what I go through,
Or imagine what it's like growing up in the hood,
Have you eva eva eva in your whole whole life,
Seen the things that I've seen or live the life,
People don't know what I go through,
Or imagine what it's like being misunderstood.

[Apocalipps]
Ayo, Somebody please explain this life that we live in,
Money power and women, And just to get large the price is the prison,
Convicts come home vindictive, And unforgiven,
And to society its like the dead has arisen,
They just let me out, I'm tryna reach for the stars,
Got forty dollars to my name, Now its just me against the odds,
I got a whole lotta shit to face,
I gotta stay in the shelter until I find a job and get my own place,
And all that cake that I got in the past, It means nothing,
Damn, Life is hard but it don't come with instructions,
But I stay strong, The result peep this,
Your boy Lipps and Fundisha, The live your life remix.

[Fundisha]
Maybe, If you could walk a mile in my shoes,
You would feel all the things that I go through,
And then you tell me what you would do,
To try and make your dreams come true,
When you, Feel like your back is up against the wall,
And every time you try to rise you fall,
But yet you find the strength to hold on,
Keep the faith despite it all.

[Chorus]

[Fundisha]
Have you, Ever walked outside scared you might lose your life,
Don't know if you'll live to see twenty-nine,
Can't even be a kid, You have to be a man in order to stand,
Ohh oh, But I, Got bigger dreams inside of my head,
Don't wanna end up the next one dead,
So I pray everyday for a better way, Help me lord Hey.

[Chorus: First 4 Lines]

[Apocalipps]
Hey yo way till they get a load of me,
Apocalipps, I spent chips and talk shit and fuck hoes for free,
I flow for cheese, But I feel like I'm a mice in the trap,
I'm John Wooly with a Rugy, I'm nice with gats,
Despite the fact, I creep like TLC's second album,
I'll be pissy drunk lettin off with the pump from the tower,
Now look at you cowards, To think what's yours could be ours,
You'll find your whole family dead within a couple of hours,
My home town is full of regulators, Gladiators,
Real niggas that always hold heat like radiators,
We'll stick ya ballas up for your Hercs and ya Alligator,
Screw drive your steering column, Then murk your navigator.

[Fundisha]
Ohhh, Imagine growing up, Dead bodies showing up,
Hood dreams, But nobody blowin up,
One out of two barely make it, Half incarcerated,
My life I wouldn't trade it,
Not for the love or the money money, Uhh,
Don't try and play me for a dummy dummy, What,
Dreams must be taller then these project walls,
I trust in God that's why I never fall.

[Chorus X2 w/ Fundisha ad-libs]