2pac)
hahaha
yeah, these r my words to my firstborn
u know what time it is
these r my words to my firstborn
nothin left to give
verse 1
now can ya picture young niggaz in a rush to grow
to old timers in the pen had to crush his throat
probably never even saw it comin
too busy bullshittin, caught him wit his mouth runnin
ain`t this a bitch they got me twisted in this game
the feds and the punk police pointin pistols at my brain
i wonder if i`m wrong cause i`m thugged out
my homies murdered execution style runnin out the drug house
what was supposed to be a easy hit
now things r changed cause niggaz died over bullshit
inside my dreams i`m seein pictures of a broken man
no witnesses only questions of who smoked the man
young adolescents in our prime livin a life of crime
though it ain`t logical we hobblin through these tryin times
livin blind Lord help me with my troubled soul
why all my homies had to die before they got to grow
and right before i put my head on the pillow say a prayer
one love to the thugs in heaven i`ll see ya there
it`s written for the young and dumb that wasn`t born
help ya make it through the storm
my words to my firstborn, feel me
my words to my firstborn
my words to my firstborn
since my very first day on this earth i was cursed
so i knew that the birth of a child would make my life worse
and though it hurt me there was no distortion
cause wild seeds can`t grow we need more abortions
quiet ya soul, cause ya know what ya had to do
and so did victims of a world they never came to
i understand it`s a better day comin
sometimes catch me sleepin on a dead end drivin with the car runnin
blinded -acap
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