Got him, lurked him, crept the fuck up on him So judge us when we get to where we're goin' wearin' a cross, that's real He gon' get me first, if I don't get him fool start prayin'Īin't no such thing as self-defense in the court of law Would you be wrong, for buckin' a nigga to the pavement? Pac I feel ya, keep servin' it on the realaįor instance say a playa hatin' mark is out to kill ya That they gotta tell me how to live my life That which does not kill me can only make me strongerĪnd I don't see why everybody feel as though

Mista, Police, please try to see that it'sĪ million motherfuckers stressin' just like me No more hesitation each and every black male's trappedĪnd they wonder why we suicidal runnin' 'round strapped 'Cause the streets got our babies, we gotta eat Is what we scream as we dream in a paranoid stateĭear mama, can you save me? And fuck peace There's a ghetto up in Heaven and it's ours, Black Power I'd rather die like a man, than live like a coward I'm walkin' through the cemetery talkin' to the dirt 'Cause even thugs cry, but do the Lord care? Somebody help me, tell me where to go from here How did it come to this? I wish they didn't miss I call the nurse 'cause it hurts, to reminisce I wake up stranglin', danglin' my bed sheets I'm having nightmares, homicidal fantasies 'Cause every time I breathe, I think they killin' me Still I, can't breathe, somethings evil in my IV Got a body full of bullet holes layin' here naked I hear the doctor standing over me screamin' I can make it Recollect your thoughts don't get caught up in the mix

I can't lie, ain't no love for the other sideĮverybody's droppin' got me knockin' on heaven's doorĪnd all my memories, of seein' brothers bleedĪnd everybody grieves, but still nobody sees I've been trapped since birth, cautious, 'cause I'm cursedĪnd they say it's the white man I should fearīut, it's my own kind doin' all the killin' here Is it a crime, to fight, for what is mine?Įverybody's dyin' tell me what's the use of tryin'

Look to my future 'cause my past, is all behind me I couldn't trust my own homies just a bunch a dirty ratsĪnd hocus pocus try to focus but I can't see Perhaps I was blind to the facts, stabbed in the back All you other motherfuckers get out my business

2pac only god can judge me genius