2 Pac "My Block" |
Damn, take a ride ta my block, my block Thats right huh, right on my motha fuckin block They got a nigga sheddin' tears reminising on my past fears cuz shit was hectic on me last year it appears that i been marked for death but heartless breaths the underlining cause of my arrest my life is stressed and no rest, forever weary my eyes stay teary for all the brothas that i buried in the cemetary shit is scary how black on black crime legendary but at time unnecessary i'm gettin worried tear drops and closed caskets the three strikes , law is drastic its certain death for us ghetto bastards what can we do when we're arrested? but open fire life in the pen ain't for me cuz i'd rather die but dont cry through your dispair i wonder if the Lord still cares for us niggas on welfare and who cares if we survive the only time they notice a nigga is when he's clutchin' on the fo' five My neighborhood ain't the same cuz all the lil' babies going crazy or they suffering in the the game and i swear its like a trap but i ain't givin up on the hood it's all good when i go back hoes show me love niggas give me props forever hop cuz it dont stop on my block livin life is but a dream hard times all we've seen every block is kinda mean but on our block we still play but on our block we still play Now shit is constantly hot on my block it never fails to be gun shots can explain a mothers pain when her son drops black males slippin in hell when will we prevail fearin jail but crack sales got me livin' well And the system's suicidal wit this thugs life stayin' strapped forever trapped in this drug life God help me cuz i'm starvin' , can't get a job so i resort to violent robberies my life is hard can't sleep cuz all the dirt make my heart hurt put in work and shed tears for my dead peers mislead from childhood where i went astray til this day i still pray for a better way can't help but feel hopeless and heart broke from the start i felt the racism cuz i'm dark couldn't quit the bullshit make me represent hit the bar and played the star everywhere i went in my heart, i felt alone out here on my own I close my eyes and picture home... on my block livin life is but a dream hard times all we've seen every block is kinda mean but on our block we still play but on our block we still play And i can't help but wonder why so many young kids had to die caught strays from AK's in the drive by swollen pride and homicide dont coincide brotha's cry from broken lives, mama come inside cuz our block is filled with danger used to be a close knit community but now we're all cold strangers time changes us to stone dem crack pipes all up and down the block exterminating black life but i can't blame the dealers my mama's welfare check has bought the next man chrome wheels shits real i know you feel my tragedy a single mother with a problem child, daddy free hangin' out, pickin up game, sippin cheap liqour gamin on hoochies, hopin i could get ta sleep with her its a mans world stayin strapped fantasies of a nigga livin phat but held back pipe dreams can make the night seem hopeless wide eyed i'm losin focus... on my block livin life is but a dream hard times all we've seen every block is kinda mean but on our block we still play but on our block we still play And block parties in the projects lastin a way past day light a young nigga learn ta break night used to play fight with my homies but they stuck in the pen i send em' ends but its tough on a friend in my mind , i see the same motha fuckers ballin' alchol'll make a lazy nigga slip and fall miss his call i know you young niggas understand this growin up in this world where everything is scandolous i remenis on the fast times past crimes tryin to cop a slice of pizza wit my last dime can't explain just what attracts me to this dirty game gold chains, some extra change, and the street fame and whats strange is everybody know my name swear they all know me and lots of cash make a nigga change i hit the green just to maintain feelin pain for all the niggas i lost in the game... from my block livin life is but a dream hard times all we've seen every block is kinda mean but on our block we still play but on our block we still play but on our block we still play but on our block we still play but on our block we still play but on our block we still play but on our block we still play Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |