With all this extra stressing The question I wonder is after death, after my last breath When will I finally get to rest through this suppression? They punish the people thats asking questions And those that possess, steal from the ones without possessions The message I stress: to make it stop study your lessons Dont settle for less - even the genius asks his questions Be grateful for blessings Dont ever change, keep your essence The power is in the people and politics we address Always do your best, dont let the pressure make you panic And when you get stranded, and things dont go the way you planned it Dreaming of riches, in a position of making a difference Politicians and hypocrites, they dont wanna listen If Im insane, its the fame made a brother change It wasnt nothing like the game Its just me against the world - 2Pac Cant reach the children cause theyre illing Addicted to killing and the appeal from the cap peeling Without feeling, but will they last or be blasted? Hard headed bastard Maybe hell listen in his casket -- the aftermath - 2Pac
Posted on: Thu, 16 Oct 2014 13:49:43 +0000
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