This is a song about "Kind"

Free 2pac is all that's on a nigga's mind

I never said that my words would ever be kind

But i just wanna make love to your mind

But believe coz we're blessed we don't need to be kind

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk

Your kind is dying, it's time to adjust

Doggy, i'm from the land of grind

While that reach hovers us kind

Different kinds of people in this world, some are kind/

A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind

Magic city tipping them

Malcolm is the kind of person

One day at a timeshe the one? never mind

Nah im too kind maybe of a rare kind

For inspiration, my kind

To my unborn child