This is a song about "Jobs"

Burst out like pop.the only page you'll end up is looking up jobs on the last

Scare 'em to death, and caught them motherfuckers dampoh shit, 2pacalypse is back and strapped

I learnt much from the way i was taught, so i'm grindin' at uni and im slavin' at jobs

To be the man in this wicked land underhanded hits are plannedscams are plotted over grams and rocks

The world is waking up, you can hear the pigeons yawning

And every day my mama drifts jobs like she's sleep-walking,

You sell yourself for better jobs

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Working these menial jobs for this simple minimum wage,

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

Because i'm workin' jobs to help my mom with my lowly pay,

P.s hey, how long will they mourn you? forever and a day

More pro's then con's to me, more jobs to complete like dropping new bombs/

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

These jobs you work around the clock, they make you go insane,

You done put two of america's most wanted in the same