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  • Текст песни 2 Pac - My Block

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    2Pac
    Miscellaneous
    My Block
    They got a nigga shedding tears, reminiscin on my past fears
    Cause shit was hectic for me last year
    It appears that I've been marked for death
    My heartless breath, the underlying cause of my arrest
    My life is stressed, and no rest forever weary
    My eyes stay teary for all the brothers that are buried in the cemetery
    Shit is scary, how black on black crime legendary
    But at times unnessecary, I'm gettin worried
    Teardrops and closed caskets, the three strikes law is drastic
    And certain death for us ghetto bastards
    What can we do when we're arrested, but open fire
    Life in the pen ain't for me, cause I'd rather die
    But don't cry through your despair
    I wonder if the Lord still cares, for us niggaz on welfare
    And who cares if we survive
    The only time they notice a nigga is when he clutchin on a four-five
    My neighborhood ain't the same
    Cause all these little babies goin crazy and they sufferin in the game
    And I swear it's like a trap
    But I ain't given up on the hood it's all good when I go back
    Hoes show me love, niggaz give me props
    Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block

    Now shit's constantly hot, on my block, it never fails to be gunshots
    Can't explain a mother's pain, when her son drops
    Black male slippin in hail when will we prevail
    Fearin jail but crack sales got me livin well
    And the system's sucidal with this Thug's Life
    Stayin strapped forever strapped in this drug life
    God help me, cause I'm starvin, can't get a job
    So I resort to violent robberies, my life is hard
    Can't sleep cause all the dirt make my heart hurt
    Put in work and shed tears for my dead peers
    Mislead from childhood where I went astray
    Till this day I still pray for a better way
    Can't help but feel hopeless and heartbroke
    From the start I felt the racism cause I'm dark
    Couldn't quit the bullshit make me represent
    [ 2Pac Lyrics are found on www.songlyrics.com ]
    Hit the bar and played the star, everywhere I went
    In my heart, I felt alone out here on my own
    I close my eyes and picture home... on my block

    And I can't help but wonder whhhy, so many young kids had to die
    Caught strays from AK's and the driveby
    Swollen pride and homicide, don't coincide
    Brothers cry for broken lives, mama come inside
    Cause our block is filled with danger
    Used to be a close knit community but now we're all cold strangers
    Time changes us to stone them crack pipes
    All up and down the block exterminatin black life
    But I can't blame the dealers
    My mama's welfare check has brought the next man chrome wheels
    Shit's real, I know ya feel, my tragedy
    A single mother with a problem child, daddy free
    Hangin out pickin up game, sippin cheap liquor
    Gamin the hoochies hopin I can get to sleep with her
    It's a man's world, stayin strapped
    Fantasies of a nigga livin phat, but held back
    Pipe dreams can make the night seem hopeless
    Wide eyed and losin focus... on my block

    And block parties in tha projects lastin way past daylight
    A young nigga learned to break nine
    Used to play fight with my homies but they stuck in the pen
    I send them ends, but it's tough on a friend, in my mind
    I see the same motherfuckers ballin
    Alcohol will make a lazy nigga slip and fall, miss his call
    I know the young niggaz understand this
    Growing up in this world where everything is scandalous
    I reminisce on tha fast times, past crimes
    Tryin to cop a slice of pizza with my last dime
    Can't explain, just what attracts me to this dirty game
    Gold chains, some extra change, and the street fame
    And what's strange is that everybody knows my name, swear they all know me
    And lots of cash make a nigga change
    I hit the green just to maintain, feelin pain
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