this ain t livin

2pac’ın "until the end of time" albümünden bir şarkı...

[verse 1]
this ain’t livin’
nigga, i hear even the smaller g’s be dipping chevy impala’s
while flossing they gold d’s, og’s, is who they follow
we swallow tomorrow’s seeds when we bleed it’s hollow
we breed violence and greed let them leave tomorrow
in time they gripping nine’s sippin wine, they raps
i be staring watching parents sacrifice they child
the love’s gone, a thugs home, with no love feeling so strong
make young boys into drug lords
now this one’s for adolescents now dos for dose
keep your friends by your side and enclose your foes
got three for johnny law trying to take my chips
i never pulled the trigger, i didn’t touched that bitch
throw your hands in the air, it’s a robbery
(censored - drop a cop?) thinkin’ pac would you ride with me?
let’s go see what our enemies talking bout
when g’s enter the house nobody’ walking out
this ain’t livin’
it’s similar of a prison we’re trapped
my homey jealous plus the tell us that they phones are tapped
i watch my back 24-7 and never let them bustas enter a g in ghetto heaven
you know, this is how it goes when we floss with flows
before we toss your hoe, it’ll cost you mo’
i do shows make a lotta dough murder my foes
but i would give it all up, if it would help you grow
this ain’t livin’
[chorus]
takes a life to make a life (takes a life)
livin in the world of crime tonight (takes a life)
can’t find a better way to pray for you
this ain’t livin’ i gotta do what i gotta do
this ain’t livin’
takes a life to make a life (takes a life)
livin in the world of crime tonight (takes a life)
can’t find a better way to pray for you
this ain’t livin’ i gotta do what i gotta do

[verse 2]
hm
gun fire is produced at alarming rates
today’s youth equipped to shoot, give the coroner a break
it takes a nation of millions, if we intend to stop the killing
just search your feelings, to participate is to be a villian
they our seeds and when they bleed we bleed
that’s what becomes of lonely children, they turn to g’s
heavenly father can you rescue, my young nation, rest the lord will protect you
respect due, not a threat as i step in blue
and check those that oppose when i froze them fools and who are you
to watch me fall farther, i disappear, reappear as the (censored - holy father?)
follow me now, skipping class, and living fast, will get your ass
stuck in the pen, doing life plus 10, young brother pump your brakes for me
before you choke why don’t you soak up some game from your big homey
this ain’t livin, we givin you jewels, use them as tools
explode on the industry and fade them fools
you know the rules gotta be a rider, you can run the red lights but read the street signs, hey
this for all a y’all that keep on raising hell put a pistol in your hand an let ya fade yourself
it ain’t right, whatcha put your mama through, young g
gotta change your life, take the game from me
this ain’t livin’

[chorus] 4x