How can we be expected to surrender our weapons
And to pretend as if 2pac is not these dudes intentions
About god the father, jesus the son and the holy spirit.
Praying to god i can slide and slip out the devil’s grip
Thinking about the way things used to be
And my kick game beyond crazy
I used to be sick of the scrutiny/
Third ward general, young cash money
And say it in a rhyme for the future of our youth,
But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth
But its hard to understand how i can sit there and take the judgment
Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and
Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit
How about the issues of the uneducated
In a blink of an eye with my pen ink and a rhyme you'll be on the brink of death..about to die
Two kids shot while the whole block staringi will never understand this society, first they try
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