Get Rich or Die Tryin'

I think I'm scared of life

Ain't fearing death sometimes I think about what heaven like

I did some dirt said to myself this what the devil like

I been to hell and back like twice could tell you what it's like

Gotta count yo blessings right

Know I be stressing right

Still got some niggas blast for me like I'm the antichrist

I wake up risk my life everyday I'm really not the gambling type

I'm tryna leave my mark on life make sure my family aight

My big bro in the streets, but they be cold, I hope he moving right

The police killing niggas with no pipes, but folks nem knew his rights

I'm searching for myself, look in my mind, tell my what you could find