[Intro: 2Pac]
Yeah these are my words to my firstborn, you know what time it is, these are
My words to my firstborn, nothing left to hear

[Verse One: 2Pac]
Can you picture
Young niggas in the [bad word] to grow
The hard times in the pen
Had to [bad word] his throat
Probaly never even saw [bad word] To busy [bad word] Caught him with his [bad word] Ain't that a [bad word] They got me twisted in this game
The fedz, and the po police pointing pistols at my brain
I wonder if I'm wrong
Cause I'm thugged out
My homies murdered execution [bad word] in the [bad word] house
What was suppose to be a easy hit
Now [bad word] is flipped
Cause niggas died over [bad word] It's not my dream
Seeing pictures of a broken man
No witnesses
Only the question of a smoked man
Young addalicent in the prime live the life of crime
But what ain't logical
We hobble through these trying times
Living blind
Lord help me with my troubled soul
Why all my homiez had to die before they got to grow
And right before I put my head on the pillow
I saw a prayer
One love to the thug's in heaven
I'll see you there
It's written for the young and dumb that wasn't born
Help me make it threw the storm
The words to my first born feel me

[Hook] x 2
My words to my firstborn...

[Verse Two: 2Pac]
Since my very first day on this earth
I was cursed
So I knew the birth of a child would make my life worst
Though it hurst me
There was no remorse
Cause wild seeds can't grow
Watch your soul
Cause you know what you had to do
So the victims of the world came to
I understand there is a better [bad word] Sometimes catching you sleeping on the dead end
Driving with the [bad word] blinded
Ain't no love in the hood
Only hearts torn
Love letters to the unsitting unborn
All the babies that died up on the table
Wasn't able to breathe
Cause the family wasn't able
Can't blaim I would do the same
All I could give it was my depth and my last name
Cause in the game things change living up and down
This hard life got me walking with my head down
Flashing frowns wasn't meant to be
Was I wrong
But i'll never get to know
So I carry on
It's written for the young and dumb that wasn't born
My words to my firstborn, feel me

My words to my first born
My niggas Nutt-so up in this [bad word] These are my words to my firstborn

[Verse Three: Nutt-So]
I'm just another thug [bad word] trapped in this ghetto life
An endless hustla [bad word] trying to settle right
And doing dirt ain't saving me
But the streets is the only thing paying me, feel [bad word] with G's
Stacking G's
Packing E's
Mobb life to these [bad word] wack me
Stacking greenary
Thugging to I die
Picking up so much J
I'm getting high
Got the fedz on me
And they label me a bad grip
Thinking I'm the reason why this [bad word] got his head through
On [bad word] Now daddy got to pack a gun
Cause these niggas want me to make you the last one
About these riches
These jealous [bad word] are going to sell through [bad word] to life
And if I die
Remember that it is all love when I'm by your side
Every night
Don't be a loser
Choose your dreams through your things
Cause solo to the ho ho will twitch you up
Like shoe strings
Open your eyes
Don't let these haters get you
Roll up and diss you
My words to my firstborn

[Outro: 2Pac]
Words to my [bad word] seeds, you feel me, [bad word] doesn't know what's going to
Happen until tomorrow and the next day, your [bad word] baby can be gone tomorrow
I already seen it happen, [bad word] got two bullets to his head, he no longer
Exists, that's what I'm talking about, what you going to tell your kids [bad word] Who was you, what was you doing, how did you put it down, these are my words
To my mothaf