2pac – My Block

Damn, take a ride to my blockMy block, that’s right heh[Incomprehensible] on my motherfuckin’ blockThey got a nigga sheddin’ tears, reminiscin’ on my past fears’Cause shit was hectic for me last yearIt appears that I’ve been marked for death, my heartless breathThe underlyin’ cause of my arrest, my life is stressedAnd no rest forever weary, my eyes stay tearyFor all the brothers that are buried in the cemeteryShit is scary, how black on black crime legendaryBut at times unnecessary, I’m gettin’ worriedTeardrops and closed caskets, the three strikes law is drasticAnd certain death for us, ghetto bastardsWhat can we do when we’re arrested, but open fire?Life in the pen ain’t for me, ’cause I’d rather dieBut don’t cry through your despairI wonder if the Lord still cares, for us niggaz on welfareAnd who cares if we surviveThe only time they notice a nigga is when he’s clutchin’ on a four fiveMy neighborhood ain’t the same’Cause all these little babies goin’ crazyAnd they sufferin’ in the game and I swear it’s like a trapBut I ain’t given up on the hood, it’s all good when I go backHoes show me love, niggaz give me propsForever hope ’cause it don’t stop on my blockLivin’ life is but a dreamHard times is all we seeOn my blockEvery block is kinda meanBut on our block we still playBut on our block we still playNow shits constantly hot, on my block, it never fails to be gunshotsCan’t explain a mother’s pain, when her son dropsBlack male slippin’ in hail, when will we prevail?Fearin’ jail but crack sales got me livin’ wellAnd the system’s suicidal with this thug’s lifeStayin’ strapped forever strapped in this drug lifeGod help me, ’cause I’m starvin’ can’t get a jobSo I resort to violent robberies my life is hardCan’t sleep ’cause all the dirt make my heart hurtPut in work and shed tears for my dead peersMislead from childhood where I went astrayTill this day I still pray for a better wayCan’t help but feel hopeless and heartbrokeFrom the start I felt the racism ’cause I’m darkCouldn’t quit the bullshit make me representHit the bar and played the star everywhere I wentIn my heart, I felt alone out here on my ownI close my eyes and picture home on my blockLivin’ life is but a dreamHard times is all we seeOn my blockEvery block is kinda meanBut on our block we still playBut on our block we still playAnd I can’t help but wonder why, so many young kids had to dieCaught strays from A.K’s in the drive bySwollen pride and homicide don’t coincideBrothers cry for broken lives, mama come inside’Cause our block is filled with dangerUsed to be a close knit community but now we’re all cold strangersTime changes us to stone them crack pipesAll up and down the block exterminatin’ black lifeBut I can’t blame the dealersMy mama’s welfare check has brought the next man chrome wheelsShits real, I know you feel, my tragedyA single mother with a problem child, daddy freeHangin’ out pickin’ up game, sippin’ cheap liquorGamin’ the hooches, hopin’ I can get to sleep with herIt’s a man’s world, stayin’ strappedFantasies of a nigga livin’ phat, but held backPipe dreams can make the night seem hopelessWide eyed and losin’ focus on my blockLivin’ life is but a dreamHard times is all we seeOn my blockEvery block is kinda meanBut on our block we still playBut on our block we still playAnd block parties in tha projects lastin’ way past daylightA young nigga learned to break nightUsed to play fight with my homies but they stuck in the penI send ’em ends, but it’s tough on a friendIn my mind I see the same motherfuckers ballin’Alcohol will make a lazy nigga slip and fall, miss his callI know the young niggaz understand thisGrowin’ up in this world where everythin’ is scandalousI reminisce on tha fast times, past crimesTryin’ to cop a slice of pizza with my last dimeCan’t explain just what attracts me to this dirty gameGold chains some extra change, and the street fameAnd what’s strange is everybody knows my nameSwear they all know meAnd lots of cash make a nigga changeI hit the green just to maintain, feelin’ painFor all the niggaz that I lost to the game from my blockThats rightLivin’ life is but a dreamHard times is all we seeRest in peace to all the muh’fuckers who passed awayEvery block is kinda meanFrom all the blocks that I’m fromBut on our block we still playOne twelve street, Seventh Avenue, New York, UptownKnow what I’m sayin?But on our block we still play183rd and Walt, my block, that’s rightBut on our block we still play122nd and Morningside, my block, that’s rightBut on our block we still playDecatur Avenue, Baltimore, my block, that’s rightBut on our block we still playIn the jungle of Atlantic city, that’s my block, that’s rightBut on our block we still playLos Angeles, aha, that’s my block tooBut on our block we still playOakland, can’t forget Oaktown, that’s my block for sureBut on our block we still playAnd all the other blocks around this motherfuckerHouston, Florida, St. Louis, Tennessee, Miami, ChicagoAll y’all niggaz stay kickin’ up dustRepresentin’ motherfuckin’ block

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