2pac - Who Do You Believe In

[2Pac]

I see mothers and black crime,
brothas in packs dying,
plus everybody's high,
too dopes up to ask why...
watching our own down-fall, witness the end,
it's like we don't believe in God cause we livin' in sin...
I ask my homie on the block why he strapped,
he laughed, pointed his pistol as the cop car passed and blast...
it's just another murder, nobody mourns no more,
my tear drops gettin' thicker, but can't figure what I'm cryin' for...
is it the minute you casket little babies,
victims of the stray, from drug dealers going crazy...
maybe it's just the drugs, visions of how the block was,
crack came, and it was stranged how it rocked us...
perhaps the underlineing facts they hide,
explain geniside, it's when we ride on our own kind...
what a sick we all fear, reflections in the mirror,
we can't escape fate, the end is gettin' nearer...

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Close my eyes cause all I see is terror,
I hate the man in the mirror,
casue this reflection makes the pain turn realer...
times of Armageton, murdering mass amounts,
cleaning society where only gettin' the cash counts...
I started out as a begginer,
entered the criminal lifestyle, became a sinner...
I make my money and vacate, evade prison,
went from the choosen one to outcast unforgiven...
and all the Hennessy and weed can't hide,
the pain I feel inside, you know, it's like I'm living just to die...
I fall on my knees and beg for mercy, not knowing if I'm worthy,
living life thinking no man can hurt me...
so I'm asking, before I lay me down to sleep,
before you judge me, look at all the shit you did to me, my misery...
I rose up from the slums, made it out the flames
in my search for fame, will I change?..
and I'm asking...

[Chours]

[Khadafi]

Faith in Allah, believein' me in this plastic,
cause so far I done witnessed to many dead niggas in caskets...
with they chest plate streched like alastic,
and what's worse, I'm on frontline, holding down camps, still mashing...
heard my cousin, wanted to hold hands from the block,
just came home October of '95 back in Yardsville,
stuck with a 3 to 5 if he don't act up, now he realize,
if you don't stay wise, then in this game you fucked...
talk to my baby girl, give me the word on what she heard,
one of the gramies and snitch and dime and stu-pichons...
I talk to him, he said he didn't, my man said he did,
if fact he sure, cause he just came home off a been...

[Chours]