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Tupac Shakur


Perhaps I was blind to the facts, stabbed in the back
I couldn't trust my own homies just a bunch'f dirty rats

Will I, succeed, paranoid from the weed
And hocus pocus tryin to focus but I can't see

And in my mind I'm a blind man doin time
Look to my future cause my past, is all behind me

Is it a crime, to fight, for what is mine?
Everybody's dyin tell me what's the use of tryin

I've been Trapped since birth, cautious, cause I'm cursed
And fantasies of my family, in a hearse

And they say it's the white man I should fear
But, it's my own kind doin all the killin here

I can't lie, ain't no love for the other side
Jealousy inside, make em wish I died

Oh my Lord, tell me what I'm livin for
Everybody's droppin got me knockin on heaven's door

And all my memories, of seein brothers bleed
And everybody grieves, but still nobody sees

Recollect your thoughts don't get caught up in the mix
Cause the media is full of dirty tricks
Only God can judge me
 

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