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2 Pac
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| My Block (Remix)
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[2Pac]
Damn, take a ride, to my block
My block, thats right! Heh
Round my motherfuckin way
[Verse One]
They got a nigga
Sheddin tears, reminiscin on my past fears
Cause shit was hectic for me last year
It appears that Ive been marked for death, my heartless breath
The underlying cause of my arrest, my life of stress
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, Im gettin worried
Teardrops and closed caskets, the three strikes law is drastic
And certain death for us ghetto bastards
What can we do when were arrested, but open fire
Life in the pen aint for me, cause Id rather die
But dont 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 hes clutchin on a four-five
My neighborhood aint the same
Cause all these little babies goin crazy and they sufferin in the game
And I swear its like a trap
But I aint given up on the hood, its all good when I go back
Hoes show me love, niggaz give me props
Forever hop cause it dont stop... on my block
[Chorus: a bunch of kids - see the liner notes]
Livin life is but a dream
Hard times is all we see (on my block)
Every block is kinda mean
But on our block we still playyyyyy
But on our block we still playyyyyy...
[Verse Two]
Now shits constantly hot, on my block, it never fails to be gunshots
Cant explain a mothers pain, when her son drops
Black males livin in hell, when will we prevail
Fearin jail but crack sales got me livin well
And in a sense Im sucidal with this Thugs Life
Stayin strapped forever trapped in this drug life
God help me, cause Im starvin, cant get a job
So I resort to violent robberies, my life is hard
Cant 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
Cant help but feel hopeless and heartbroke
From the start I felt the racism cause Im dark
Couldnt quit the bullshit make me represent
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
[Chorus] w/ minor variations
[Verse Three]
And I cant help but wonder why, so many young kids had to die
Caught strays from AKs and the driveby
Swollen pride and homicide, dont 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 were all cold strangers
Time changes us to stone them crack pipes
All up and down the block exterminatin black life
But I cant blame the dealers
My mamas welfare check has brought the next man chrome wheels
Shits 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
Its a mans 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
[Chorus] w/ minor variations
[Verse Four]
And block parties in tha projects lastin way past daylight
A young nigga learned to break, right
Used to play fight with my homies but they stuck in the pen
I send them ends, but its 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
Cant explain, just what attracts me to this dirty game
Gold chains, some extra change, and the street fame
And whats strange is everybod 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
For all the niggaz that I lost to the game... from my block
[Chorus] w/ minor variations; kids repeat last line over and over
[2Pac - speaking over Chorus]
Rest in peace to all the muhfuckers who passed away
From all the blocks that Im from
One-twelve street, 7th Avenue, New York, Uptown, knahmsayin?
183rd and Walt, my block, thats right
122nd and Morningside, my block, thats right
Decatur Avenue, Baltimore, my block, thats right
And the Jungle - Marin City, thats my block, thats right
Los Angeles, haha, thats my block too
Oakland, cant forget Oaktown, thats my block for sure
And all the other blocks around this motherfucker
Houston, Florida, St. Louis, Tennessee, Miami, Chicago
All yall niggaz stay kickin up dust
Represent the motherfuckin block
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