Tell me do you see that old lady aint it sad Living out a bag, but shes glad for the little things she has And over there theres a lady, crack got her crazy Guess shes given birth to a baby I dont trip and let it fade me, from outta the frying pan We jump into another form of slavery Even now I get discouraged Wonder if they take it all back while I still keep the courage I refuse to be a role model I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottles I make mistakes, I learn from everyone And when its said and done I bet this Brother be a better one If I upset you, dont stress Never forget, that God hasnt finished with me yet I feel his hand on my brain When I write rhymes, I go blind, and let the lord do his thang But am I less holycause I choose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homies Before we find world peace We gotta find peace and end the war on the streets Lord can you hear me speak!! My ghetto gospel [2Pac]
Posted on: Sun, 01 Dec 2013 05:42:41 +0000
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