words 2 my first born

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

[2pac]
hehhehheh
these are my words to my first born

[verse 1 - 2pac]
can you picture young niggas in a rush to grow?
the hard timers in the pen
had to crush his throat
probably never even saw it coming
too busy bullshittin, caught him with his mouth runnin
aint this a bitch?
they got me twisted in this game
the feds and the punk police 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 niggas died over bullshit
inside my dreams i’m seeing pictures of a broken man
no witnesses only the questions that will smoke the man
young adolescence in our prime live a life of crime
though it ain’t logical we hobble through these trying times
living blind, lord help me with my troubled soul
why all my homies had to die before 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

[chorus]
my words to my first born
my words to my first born

[verse 2 - 2 pac]
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 they victims of a world they never came to
i understand its a better day coming
sometimes catch you sleeping on a dead end
driving with the car running blinded
aint 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
living up and down
this hard life got me walking with my head down
flashing 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 warned
my words to my first born
feel me

words to my first born
these are the words to my first born

hey nigga talk to your boy
talk to your seed nigga...

[verse 3 - above the law]
2000 somethin somethin
it’s a new era
a nigga’s too real
i see shit too clear
see theres more than just a skrilla in this tilt nigga
(what else is it dogg?)
the velvet and the silk
and making sure my kittens got they milk
now to fill this mattress
now my kids know i’m at this, hood tactics
black must roll, hood stroll
ain’t no question nigga
above the law, hustla
if you late with the chips
homie we’ll handle ya...

although we never take advantage
though we always in the air thang
by all means, stack green, gangsta lean
they say money make the world go round
so only associate yourself with paper chasers
and niggas thats truly down
and keep god first
and give thanks for the good times
cause when this really hurts
it’s playa hataz that be callin you hit
touchin her tits, held her dick
trying to get you for your grip
i know you stressed out and fed up
but come out gun blazing and keep your head up
you can call it what you want to, but it ain’t gon’ change
above the law, 2 pac
old 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
ya’ll, although we grew up, corrupted this storm
we still got a lot of wisdom to give to our first born

[2pac talking]
you gonna tell yo kids nigga, who was you?
what was you doing?
how did you put it down?
hmmhh..
this my words to my muthafuckin first born
so a nigga know
you know what i mean?
hahaha
ain’t nothing but a muthafuckin rider
west side til i die
thats all it was
its a crooked ass hand they deal a muthafucker
i just played to win
i just played to win
muthafucker gotta bet against the odds
you know what i mean?
roll those muthafuckin dice
sometimes you hit 7, 11, sometimes....