Words 2 My First Born
Lord help me with my troubled soul / Why all my homies had to die / ’fore they got to grow?
Hehehe
These are my words to my first born..
[2Pac]
Can you picture
Young niggaz in a rush to grow
Til hard timers in the pen
Had to crush his throat
Probably never even saw it comin
Too busy bullshittin
Caught him with his mouth runnin
Ain’t this a bitch
They got me twisted in this game
The feds and the punk po-lice
Pointin pistols at my brain
I wonder if I’m wrong cause I’m thugged out
My homies murdered execution style
Runnin in the drug house
What was supposed to be a easy hit
Now shit is flipped
Cause niggaz died over bullshit
It’s not my dream
I’m seein pictures of a broken man
No witnesses only the questions of who smoked the man
Young adolescents
In our prime live a life of crime
Though it ain’t logical
We hobble through these tryin times
Livin blind
Lord help me with my troubled soul
Why all my homies had to die
’fore they got to grow?
And right before I put my head on the pillow
Say a prayer
One love to the thugs in heaven
I’ll see you there
It’s written for the young and dumb
That wasn’t warned
Help you make it through the storm
My words to my first born
Feel me
My words to my first born
My words to my first born
[2Pac]
Since my very first day on this earth
I was cursed
So I knew that the birth of a child
Would make my life worse
And though it hurt me there was no distortion
Cause wild seeds can’t grow
We need more abortions
Quiet your soul
Cause you know what you had to do
And so did victims of a world they never came to
I understand it’s a better day comin
Sometimes cats be sleepin on the dead end
Drivin with the car runnin blinded
Ain’t no love in the hood
Only hearts torn
Love letters to the innocent and unborn
All the babies that died up on the table
Wasn’t able to breathe
Cause the family wasn’t able
Can’t blame her I would do the same
All I could give it was my debt
And my last name
Cause in the game things change livin up and down
This hard life got me walkin with my head down
Flashin frowns wasn’t meant to be
Was I wrong?
But I’ll never get to know
So I carry on
It’s written for the young and dumb that wasn’t born
My words to my first born
Feel me
My words to my first born
Mmm! (Yeah)
These are the words to my first born
Hey nigga talk to your born
Talk to your seed nigga
[Above the Law]
Two thousand somethin somethin
It’s a new era
A nigga’s too real
Now see shit too clear
See there’s more than just this scrilla and this tilt
(What else is it dawg?)
The velvet and the silk
And makin sure my kittens got they milk
(Hoo!) Gotta fill this mattress
Let my kids know I’m at this
Attack this
The Mack must roll, hood stroll
Ain’t no question is it?
Above the Law hustlers
If it’s related to chips
Homey we’ll handle ya
Yo..
Although we never take advantage
Though we always into ery’thang
By all means, stack green, gangsta lean
They say money make the world go ’round
So only ’ssociate yourself with paper chasers
And niggaz that’s truly down
And keep God first
And give thanks for the good times
As well as when it hurts
It’s player haters every corner you hit
Touchin their tits, hella thick
Tryin to get you for yo’ grip
I know you stressed out and fed up
But come out, gun-blazin
And keep yo’ head up
You can call it what you want to
But it ain’t gon’ change
Above the Law, 2Pac
O.G.’s in this rap game
And we done lived a long hard life
And we done shed so many tears
Under these bright lights
Y’all, although we grew up
Corrupted and scorned
We still got a lot of wisdom
To give to our first born
[2Pac]
What you gon’ tell your kids nigga?
Who was you?
What was you doin?
How did you put it down?
These my words to my motherfuckin first born
So they can know
Y’knahmean? Hehehe
Ain’t nuttin but a motherfuckin rider
Wessyde ’til I die
That’s all it was
It’s a crooked-ass hand they deal a motherfucker
I just played to win
Just played to win
Motherfucker gotta bet agains the odds
Y’knahmean?