A-Ezy - Lucky to Be Alive Lyrics

An interlude between the chorus
Fight I'm telling myself it's alright
But what about all these muso's who count time
Doesn't matter it's just a rhyme
Keep on keeping on I'm doing just fine
I'm working miracles and they are all in line
Shoot another star nah kill another line

Lucky to be alive I survive staying on my grind
I shine time after time the New York Times
Not about gangs but will throw up some gang signs
High as a kite what I used to be hospitalised for why?
Now I'm doing it how I'm doing it I'm lucky to be alive

I've done some stupid shit in my life
Mainly because I was on drugs fried
Styles light roam at night give all rappers a fright
Cruising at 220 3 in the car
Death wasn't far to couple it up we were all on xtc yaar
Climbing pillars 20-30m high again on drugs I could of died
Then started to get shy when I mixed both drugs
Recreational and pharmaceutical's but that's aside
Only cried when my first girlfriend left me
We were attached to each other like a bestie
Another time I was snorting ketamine got through a gram
With some mushrooms
Was thinking of calling the ambulance but I fought on
My life hasn't been a jam and scone
Some girls call me a rich little boy
But I probably had a harder life than them oii
Despite putting myself through hell
I've come out the other side stronger than well
Strength has been built into me
A mad crazy headless fearless chirpy self
Purple is meant to be the colour of frustration
I've seen people go down using heroin with a needle
And it's a circle of confrontation
Some people have literally wiped away their live's
While I feel lucky to be alive
Yeah I was a drug addict but now I reach for the skies
It's time one round of contest for all the eyes
Sigh been there done that twice
I'm trying to write about my life
They want to hear a story
But I'm a mix between Biggie and Eminem
And I'm going to keep spinning webs your in
I do this blindly kindly timely signing signalling lightly
Try and bite me karma gonna get you frighteningly
I don't know how much I got left in me this fuel tank empty
Tempt me pent up anger that you left me
Victory senseless a temptress fencing heaviness
The darkness in the venting I'm still mending
Lyrically these other rappers inability to stand
With any credibility comes from the fact of sensibility
I murder beats you don't even have any visibility
I'm still alive because I'm visually seeing things that others don't
A force to be reckoned with bless your kids I had one wish
At 18 bitch I wished it be more famous that Eminem with a gift
Make rap hits then got sidetracked by the drugs and glitz
Got back to being hip at 35 I was the shit
At 16 I started this gangsta shit
Well that's in Australia anyway bitch
Taken a few trips been called a tripper
But it doesn't really sit well
Sold cocaine but it doesn't really flip well
Sold marijuana but it makes you paranoid as hell
Or is that just mind as it's self then came XTC heart yells
All these sociopaths can tell if I fell I would come back more swell
Cut out of my shell living to be alive I'm really lucky as hell
Can't you tell I live for the moment and nobody else's wealth

Lucky to be alive I survive staying on my grind
I shine time after time the New York Times
Not about gangs but will throw up some gang signs
High as a kite what I used to be hospitalised for why?
Now I'm doing it how I'm doing it I'm lucky to be alive

The state I used to be in after popping 17 ecstasy pills in a weekend
Ali G called him Dangerous Dave but that was me excitingly
Pressure to be heard voice my word
Straight mafia feeding the herd didn't know how to work
Dreamed about marijuana crops
Retiring early by making a million in reserves
I'm just happy to be living some hold grudges and are livid
From the words I'm spinning
Shit has no remorse the cause behind my force
Unexplained because it's war I'm going tear you a new asshole
Or at least make it cored
Feeding the poor it's not about settling the score
It's not about judgment either or
I bring the bacon home
Lucky I have survived this long being out of home
I've consistently shown my lyrics are full blown
Do it on my own used to have 2 mobiles never talk on the phone
I've woven my seeds into a semi circle of monopoly
Studying anthropology
Got you on my lookout get the books out
You're shook now can't take what you took out
The game still rings true the truth written into me and you
Writing lyrics is like blind dating
You never know what's next and who will be debating
I just started creating now look at me now
Got rap tied to my face and
I'm the Valentino Rossi of raps
The Doctor who wants a diagnosis on being smashed?
Time to cash in on the crash

Lucky to be alive I survive staying on my grind
I shine time after time the New York Times
Not about gangs but will throw up some gang signs
High as a kite what I used to be hospitalised for why?
Now I'm doing it how I'm doing it I'm lucky to be alive

Some turned to smack I liked the cash took out peoples trash
I lived how I lived because I took on all environments
Hell bent on being a rapper not flattered temper battered
Stayed true to myself and I always mattered
Looked up to the fattest
Always wondered how they had it?
Wanted to be the grandest so I kept on waving the wand of magic
The baddest nah what about the goodness in the best?
The rawest in the flesh? That's my energy It's god dam spesh
Yes none less fresh need no vest attempt to confess
Never I'm loyal to the royalty of men women and friends
I write raps not to pretend but rather to make amends

Lucky to be alive I survive staying on my grind
I shine time after time the New York Times
Not about gangs but will throw up some gang signs
High as a kite what I used to be hospitalised for why?
Now I'm doing it how I'm doing it I'm lucky to be alive