2Pac – My Block (Remixes Vol. 2 Album)

I know the young niggaz understand this
Can’t sleep cause all the dirt make my heart hurt
Hangin out pickin up game, sippin cheap liquor
Till this day I still pray for a better way
I wonder if the Lord still cares, for us niggaz on welfare
Shit’s real, I know ya feel, my tragedy
In my heart, I felt alone out here on my own
Cause shit was hectic for me last year
Fearin jail but crack sales got me livin well
Mislead from childhood where I went astray
Gamin the hoochies hopin I can get to sleep with her
Put in work and shed tears for my dead peers
Shit is scary, how black on black crime legendary
And what’s strange is that everybody knows my name, swear they all know me
Black male slippin in hail when will we prevail
Couldn’t quit the bullshit make me represent
Used to play fight with my homies but they stuck in the pen
But I ain’t given up on the hood it’s all good when I go back
And I swear it’s like a trap
It’s a man’s world, stayin strapped
And lots of cash make a nigga change

From the start I felt the racism cause I’m dark
Can’t help but feel hopeless and heartbroke
My neighborhood ain’t the same
Cause our block is filled with danger
Brothers cry for broken lives, mama come inside
Fantasies of a nigga livin phat, but held back
Pipe dreams can make the night seem hopeless
I hit the green just to maintain, feelin pain
And who cares if we survive
It appears that I’ve been marked for death

They got a nigga shedding tears, reminiscin on my past fears
Alcohol will make a lazy nigga slip and fall, miss his call
Teardrops and closed caskets, the three strikes law is drastic
So I resort to violent robberies, my life is hard
Can’t explain a mother’s pain, when her son drops
And I can’t help but wonder whhhy, so many young kids had to die
on my block Forever hop cause it don’t stop…
I reminisce on tha fast times, past crimes
Now shit’s constantly hot, on my block, it never fails to be gunshots
Time changes us to stone them crack pipes
Tryin to cop a slice of pizza with my last dime

My life is stressed, and no rest forever weary
Caught strays from AK’s and the driveby
Life in the pen ain’t for me, cause I’d rather die
Growing up in this world where everything is scandalous
Wide eyed and losin focus… on my block
But I can’t blame the dealers
What can we do when we’re arrested, but open fire
Hit the bar and played the star, everywhere I went
Used to be a close knit community but now we’re all cold strangers
And certain death for us ghetto bastards
My mama’s welfare check has brought the next man chrome wheels
I send them ends, but it’s tough on a friend, in my mind
Can’t explain, just what attracts me to this dirty game
The only time they notice a nigga is when he clutchin on a four-five
A young nigga learned to break nine
All up and down the block exterminatin black life
Stayin strapped forever strapped in this drug life
And block parties in tha projects lastin way past daylight
on my block I close my eyes and picture home…
But don’t cry through your despair
God help me, cause I’m starvin, can’t get a job
from my block For all the niggaz that I lost to the game…
Cause all these little babies goin crazy and they sufferin in the game
But at times unnessecary, I’m gettin worried
Swollen pride and homicide, don’t coincide
And the system’s sucidal with this Thug’s Life
I see the same motherfuckers ballin
My heartless breath, the underlying cause of my arrest
My eyes stay teary for all the brothers that are buried in the cemetery
A single mother with a problem child, daddy free
Hoes show me love, niggaz give me props
Gold chains, some extra change, and the street fame