There are just too many Tupac verses that really make feel them to type'em all but this one here surely diserves it..
Me against the world, The Good Die Young... So many of them
Grab The Mic
nobody thought I'd make it, the world called me loser
just a high school drop out, young drug abuser.
momma told me there'd be days like this
I never listen!
just spent my child hood years in my neighborhood prison
the world don't give a fuck about the kids
I can see from the poverty and the evil shit they did
to my young nation.
participation more hesitation
can turn lethal
when ain't no love for a young nigga he turn evil.
and burn people with no hope is no peace
to all my niggas start regulatin' on yo’ streets
Bust’em! the neighbourhood scatters another drug war!!
there ain't no truce on negotiating with thug lords.
try conversatin' but he won't listen.
he said the world is a living hell for God's children.
picture 'em still in tha pen doing life plus two
while I'm staring at the world through my rearview
It's clearer now, cause I'm a newer individual;
plus I'm a don, not just a small time criminal!
times have changed,
homies died only lies remain,
massive amounts of narcotics help me hide the pain.
wishin' all the fans came up on the jag
they got me out for the quiet times reflect on the past
all my homeboys that didn't make it
for you I do it!
remember back in the days is young true ones, uhh!!
telling me to beware because you cared,
help me to be prepared
cemetery full of homies no longer here
or what about the babies lost and watchin’ burglers
too dumb to be a dealer
too young to be a murderer
I'm begging you God don't make they lives too hard
they already scarred
too doped up to see the stars
we livin' to die, everybody's high plus I'm high too
staring at the world through my rearview, uhh
pictures are plenty
handle the semi, sippin' henny
I hustle for pennies, known by all feared by many.
I watched and took notes; as a child I strategized
witnessin' crack dealings and drug killings have scattered lives
niggas don't know me but they think
that we can be closer than homies;
nigga you phony so quit buying drinks.
mind on my money and funny about my currency
niggas don't wanna see me shootin' but they ain't worry me
livin' to tell, prison is hell for a nigga
they using my bail for bigger jails for a nigga...
Father I'm feeling tired...
forgive me, cause I'm a sinner
livin' life as a thug, while duckin' cops and the criminals.
homies is dead and buried, past times is gone,
don't ask why I drink liquor- cause my mind is gone.
and if I die, then let me watch what we been through
staring at the world through my rearview, uhh
Me against the world, The Good Die Young... So many of them
Grab The Mic
nobody thought I'd make it, the world called me loser
just a high school drop out, young drug abuser.
momma told me there'd be days like this
I never listen!
just spent my child hood years in my neighborhood prison
the world don't give a fuck about the kids
I can see from the poverty and the evil shit they did
to my young nation.
participation more hesitation
can turn lethal
when ain't no love for a young nigga he turn evil.
and burn people with no hope is no peace
to all my niggas start regulatin' on yo’ streets
Bust’em! the neighbourhood scatters another drug war!!
there ain't no truce on negotiating with thug lords.
try conversatin' but he won't listen.
he said the world is a living hell for God's children.
picture 'em still in tha pen doing life plus two
while I'm staring at the world through my rearview
It's clearer now, cause I'm a newer individual;
plus I'm a don, not just a small time criminal!
times have changed,
homies died only lies remain,
massive amounts of narcotics help me hide the pain.
wishin' all the fans came up on the jag
they got me out for the quiet times reflect on the past
all my homeboys that didn't make it
for you I do it!
remember back in the days is young true ones, uhh!!
telling me to beware because you cared,
help me to be prepared
cemetery full of homies no longer here
or what about the babies lost and watchin’ burglers
too dumb to be a dealer
too young to be a murderer
I'm begging you God don't make they lives too hard
they already scarred
too doped up to see the stars
we livin' to die, everybody's high plus I'm high too
staring at the world through my rearview, uhh
pictures are plenty
handle the semi, sippin' henny
I hustle for pennies, known by all feared by many.
I watched and took notes; as a child I strategized
witnessin' crack dealings and drug killings have scattered lives
niggas don't know me but they think
that we can be closer than homies;
nigga you phony so quit buying drinks.
mind on my money and funny about my currency
niggas don't wanna see me shootin' but they ain't worry me
livin' to tell, prison is hell for a nigga
they using my bail for bigger jails for a nigga...
Father I'm feeling tired...
forgive me, cause I'm a sinner
livin' life as a thug, while duckin' cops and the criminals.
homies is dead and buried, past times is gone,
don't ask why I drink liquor- cause my mind is gone.
and if I die, then let me watch what we been through
staring at the world through my rearview, uhh
