2Pac
Miscellaneous
My Block
They got a [bad word] shedding tears, reminiscin on my past fears 
Cause [bad word] 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  [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] make me represent 
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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, [bad word] inside 
Cause our block is filled with danger 
Used to be a close [bad word] 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  [bad word] s real, I know ya feel, my tragedy 
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 [bad word] 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 
young [bad word] 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 [bad word] ballin 
Alcohol will make a lazy [bad word] 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 [bad word] change 
I hit the green just to maintain, feelin pain