TUPAC lyrics

2Pac:
If I could recollect before my hood dayz
I’d sit and reminisce, nigga and bliss on the good dayz.
I stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to'em
They tested, it was stress that they under.
And nowadays, things changed
Everyone’s ashamed of the youth cuz the truth looks strange
And for me it’s reversed, we left em a world thats cursed, and it hurts
Cuz any day they’ll push the button.
And yall condemned like malcom x and uncle bob
They died for nuthin.
Dont let them get me teary, the world looks dreary
But when you wipe your eyes you see it clearly.
Theres no need for you to fear me.
If you take the time to hear me, maybe you can learn to cheer me.
It aint about black or white, cuz we’re human
I hope you see the light before its ruined
My ghetto gospel

2Pac:
Tell me do you see that old lady, aint it sad
Livin out a bag, plus she’s glad for the little things she has
And over there there’s a lady, crack got her crazy.
Guess who’s givin birth to a baby
I don’t trip and let it fade me, from out of the fryin pan
We jump into another form of slavery.
Even now i get discouraged.
Wonder if they take it all back will i still keep the courage
I refuse to be a role model.
I take hoes, keep control, drink out my old bottle.
I make mistakes, but learn from everyone.
And when its said and done,
Ill bet this brother be a better one.
If I’m upset, you don’t stress.
Never forget, god hasn’t finished with me yet.
I feel his hands on my brain.
When i write ryhmes, i go blind, and let the lord do his thang.
But am i less holy,
Cuz I choose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homies
Before we find world peace
We gotta find peace in that war on the streets
My ghetto gospel.

Come on come on I see no changes wake up in the morning and I ask myself
is life worth living should I blast myself?
I'm tired of bein' poor and even worse I'm black
my stomach hurts so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch
Cops give a damn about a negro pull the trigger kill a nigga he's a hero
Give crack to the kids who the hell cares one less ugly mouth on the welfare
First ship 'em dope & let 'em deal the brothers
give 'em guns step back watch 'em kill each other
It's time to fight back that's what Huey said
2 shots in the dark now Huey's dead
I got love for my brother but we can never go nowhere
unless we share with each other We gotta start makin' changes
learn to see me as a brother instead of 2 distant strangers
and that's how it's supposed to be
How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me?
I'd love to go back to when we played as kids
but things changed, and that's the way it is

I see no changes all I see is racist faces
misplaced hate makes disgrace to races
We under I wonder what it takes to make this
one better place, let's erase the wasted
Take the evil out the people they'll be acting right
'cause both black and white is smokin' crack tonight
and only time we chill is when we kill each other
it takes skill to be real, time to heal each other
And although it seems heaven sent We ain't ready, to see a black President, uhh
It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact
the penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks
But some things will never change
try to show another way but you stayin' in the dope game
Now tell me what's a mother to do bein' real don't appeal to the brother in you
You gotta operate the easy way
"I made a G today" But you made it in a sleazy way
sellin' crack to the kid. " I gotta get paid,"
Well hey, well that's the way it is

We gotta make a change...
It's time for us as a people to start makin' some changes.
Let's change the way we eat, let's change the way we live
and let's change the way we treat each other.
You see the old way wasn't working so it's on us to do
what we gotta do, to survive.
And still I see no changes can't a brother get a little peace
It's war on the streets & the war in the Middle East
Instead of war on poverty they got a war on drugs so the police can bother me
And I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do
But now I'm back with the blacks givin' it back to you
Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up, crack you up and pimp slap you up
You gotta learn to hold ya own
they get jealous when they see ya with ya mobile phone
But tell the cops they can't touch this
I don't trust this when they try to rush I bust this
That's the sound of my tool you say it ain't cool my mama didn't raise no fool
And as long as I stay black I gotta stay strapped & I never get to lay back
'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the pay backs
some buck that I roughed up way back comin' back after all these years
rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat that's the way it is uhh