My Block

2Pac

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They got a nigga shedding tears, reminiscin on my past fears

Cause shit was hectic for me last year
It appears that I've been marked for death

My heartless breath, the underlying cause of my arrest

My life is stressed, and no rest forever weary

My eyes stay teary for all the brothers that are buried in the
cemetery

Shit is scary, how black on black crime legendary
But at times unnessecary, I'm gettin worried

Teardrops and closed caskets, the three strikes law is drastic

And 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, cause I'd rather die
But don't cry through your despair

I wonder if the Lord still cares, for us niggaz on welfare

And who cares if we survive
The only time they notice a nigga is when he clutchin on a four-five

My neighborhood ain't the same
Cause all these little babies goin crazy and they sufferin in the game

And I swear it's like a trap
But I ain't given up on the hood it's all good when I go back

Hoes show me love, niggaz give me props
Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block

Now shit's constantly hot, on my block, it never fails to be gunshots

Can't explain a mother's pain, when her son drops
Black male slippin in hail when will we prevail

Fearin jail but crack sales got me livin well
And the system's sucidal with this Thug's Life

Stayin strapped forever strapped in this drug life
God help me, cause I'm starvin, can't get a job

So I resort to violent robberies, my life is hard
Can't sleep cause all the dirt make my heart hurt

Put in work and shed tears for my dead peers
Mislead from childhood where I went astray

Till this day I still pray for a better way
Can't help but feel hopeless and heartbroke

From the start I felt the racism cause 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
And I can't help but wonder whhhy, so many young kids had to die

Caught strays from AK's and the driveby
Swollen pride and homicide, don't coincide

Brothers cry for broken lives, mama come inside
Cause 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 them crack pipes
All up and down the block exterminatin black life

But I can't blame the dealers
My mama's welfare check has brought the next man chrome wheels

Shit's real, I know ya feel,
my tragedy
A single mother with a problem child, daddy free
Hangin out pickin up game, sippin cheap liquor

Gamin the hoochies hopin I can get to sleep with her
It's a man's world, stayin strapped

Fantasies of a nigga livin phat, but held back
Pipe dreams can make the night seem hopeless

Wide eyed and losin focus... on my block
And block parties in tha projects lastin way past daylight

A young nigga learned to break nine
Used to play fight with my homies but they stuck in the pen

I send them ends, but it's tough on a friend, in my mind
I see the same motherfuckers ballin

Alcohol will make a lazy nigga slip and fall, miss his call
I know the young niggaz understand this

Growing up in this world where everything is scandalous

I reminisce on tha fast times, past crimes
Tryin to cop a slice of pizza with my last dime

Can't explain, just what attracts me to this dirty game
Gold chains, some extra change, and the street fame

And what's strange is that everybody knows 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 niggaz that I lost to the game... from my block

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Enviada por Alucard Belmont, Traduzida por Xteen, Legendado por bianca
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