Dear Lord
As we down here, [bad word] for as long as we know
In search of a paradise to touch (my [bad word] Johnny J)
Dreams are dreams, and reality seems to be the only place to go
The only place for us
I know, try to make the best of bad situations
Seems to be my life`s story
Ain`t no glory in pain, a soldier`s story in vain
And can`t nobody live this life for me
It`s a ride y`all, a long hard ride

[2Pac]
Somebody wake me I`m dreamin, I started as a seed the [bad word] Swimmin upstream, planted in the womb while screamin
on the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop
From a single drop, this is what they got
Not to disrespect my peoples but my poppa was a loser
Only plan he had for momma was to [bad word] her and abuse her
Even as a little seed, I could see his plan for me
Stranded on welfare, another broken family
Now what was I to be, a product of this heated passion
Momma got pregnant, and poppa got a piece of [bad word] Look how it began, nobody gave a [bad word] about me
Pistol in my hand, this [bad word] world can do without me
How can I survive?Got me askin white Jesus
will a [bad word] live or die, cause the Lord can`t see us
in the deep dark clouds of the projects, ain`t no sunshine
No sunny days and we only play sometimes
When everybody`s sleepin
I open my window jump to the streets and get to creepin
I can live or die, hope I get some money `fore I`m gone
I`m only 19, I`m tryin to hustle on my own
on the spot where everybody and they pops tryin to slang rocks
I`d rather go to college, but this is where the game stops
Don`t get it wrong cause it`s always on, from dusk to dawn
You can buy rocks glocks or a herringbone
You can ask my man he`s a mind reader, keep my nine heater
All the time this is how we grind
Meet up at the cemetary then get smoked out, pass the weed [bad word] That Hennessey`ll keep me keyed [bad word] Everywhere I go niggaz holla at me, "Keep it real G"
And my reply til they kill me
Act up if you feel me, I was born not to make it but I did
The tribulations of a ghetto kid, still I rise

[Ta`He]
Still I (still I) I rise (I rise)
Please give me to the sky (the sky)
And if (and if) I die (I die)
I don`t want you to cry

[Yaki Khadafi]
I stay sharp as [bad word] ya bricks with blitz, through ya project hallways
Dumpin crews like two`s, [bad word] all day
Secrets of war prepare me for the worst
life that`s lavish full of cabbage or a life that`s in a hearse
But now my dreams it seeems though, be placin triple beams and things bro
Diamond pinkie ring got the loot poppin out my jeans

[Napoleon]
Now I plan to keep my glock [bad word] If trouble was searchin for me then why not?
Show em what I`m made of plus raised on, on my block
Chancellor Ave, where many turn to the street, thugs snatchin bags
We out for power, makin cash it wasn`t fast it`ll make me mad
I`m just like, pimpin
My homey on the corner with his gat tucked, in
Youngest they buckin somethin the life he leads
the life he don`t need, don`t we all know
He tryin to rise up and we just go doe, still he rise

[Young Noble]
Dreams of lost hope
I hit the strip broke where the fiends get coke
and still I rise now I float cowards ghost
Whenever [bad word] around, [bad word] down
clutchin a pound, live as sirens, duckin the sound
I used to hustle with my moms til the sun came
My homey Harm doin time from this [bad word] game
Stolen cars, war scars, born a Outlaw
Behind bars, go to sleep just to see the stars
Freedom is ours, though we trapped on a firm block
Crackheads only ten learn to duck cops

[Khadafi]
In ninety-six my glock`s my plastic, passion for blastin [bad word] No faces for open caskets, peelin ya cap backwards
Ya cowards ain`t prepared for pistol practice
I send my missiles through your mattress
Leavin holes in your body like a cactus
While me and my crew be boppin more greens than topic
and loot to keep the seam