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Download Single Song Or Whole Album On Itunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/lif... Download Single Song Or Whole Album On Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Life-Madness-Ex... Artist: Ese 40'z Song: We're All Doing Time Album: Life Of Madness Year: 2011 Lyrics "We're All Doing Time" (Ese 40'z Verse One) They say I'm caught up in the mix, fool I know them streets I'm drinking "Four Lokos" deep, while I roll them sweets fuck around and catch a hot one, for simply change I creep around with a shotgun, feeling...empty strange I got my clock wound up, waiting for the alarm we jumping out on punk bitches, causing bodily harm I'm watching time slip away, cuz we're all doing time on our own little trip, with no fucking rewind my hate is blind, smoked out, and doing a line "Grey Goose, Jungle Juice, and Corona with lime." my life is blitz, feeling skitz, and I'm constantly faded I got the paranoia trips, of being blasted or raided fuck the police on the block, and all the "Narc Undercovers" the streets are filled with meth and rock and chiva flows through the gutters we living filthy, doing dirty deeds and it's grimy I plead not guilty to the streets, and dip when laws try to find me "So what's the four-one-one?" I keep my ears to the calle in case the haters, try to set us up, "Pecos Task" on the Valle "El tiempo nunca se cambia" the same fucking transas trying to make a dollar, dodging prison, taking chansas just a loko on the block, I ain't the one who wrote the books I be the one who illustrate my vision, spittin flows with crooks up in a mothafucking system, and I ain't talking prison cuz I'm talking bout the struggles, in these tiempos that we're livin (Ese 40'z & Hypnotizeyes Chorus) It's hard in this life, where we all do time hold your cards, play them right, try not to lose your mind cuz it's hard in this life, where we all do time hold your cards, play them right, try not to lose your mind (Ese 40'z Verse Two) In the land of the "Super Max" States Of America I take the time to shoot a track, with a voice that's out of character spitting all these verses with a tone that's kind of triste go the homies in the pinta, carnalitos no te awitén fuck parole and all the rules, cuz it's hard to not go violate jente burning up the bowls, and pupils start to dilate a life living trapped, trying to make an escape up in the mind, like doing time, passing tiempo awake cuz you ain't gotta be in jail to be, kicking a sentence just trapped up in a ghetto hell, committing crimes with no penance I would rewind, but I'm chained and restricted to time and even then, I doubt I'd find a way, to clear up my mind because this life aint' really promised, and I can't see ahead it's hard to navigate my way, into a present I dread I try to keep my life in focus, but my vision gets blurred I drink a fifth and hocus-pocus, now I fly like a bird off in my mind of insanity, I'm crossed with confusion if youth in life is just a vanity, then time's a delusion a heavy weight's up on my shoulders, and I'm struggling to lift it I give up thanks to my soldiers, having faith that I'm gifted I got my mind made up, and I'm sure that death will arrive but in between now and then, I'll hustle deep to survive so that's the life of a felon, "New Mex, street hustle em" the world in one hand, with all my problems, while I juggle em "Hypnotizeyes" on the fucking track, let em know "Ese 40'z" signing off, spitting off a ghetto flow (Ese 40'z & Hypnotizeyes Chorus) It's hard in this life, where we all do time hold your cards, play them right, try not to lose your mind cuz it's hard in this life, where we all do time hold your cards, play them right, try not to lose your mind