Dear mama, these cops don't understand me, I turned to a life of crime, 'cause i came from a broken family. My uncle used to touch me, I never told you that scared what you might do I couldn't hold you back I kept it deep inside I done let it fuel my anger I'm down for all my homies, no mercy 4 a stranger The brother in my cell is 16 as well It's hard 2 adapt, when you're black and you're trapped in a livin' Hell I shouldn't let 'em catch me Instead of livin' sad in jail; I coulda died free and happy And my cellmates raped on the norm' and passed around the dorm you can hear his asshole gettin torn THEY MADE ME AN ANIMAL! can't sleep, instead of countin' sheeps, niggas countin' cannibals.. And that's how it is in the pen, Turn old and cold, and your soul is your best friend, My mama prayed 4 me tell the lord 2 make way 4 me prepare any day 4 me (why?) 'Cause when they come 4 me they find a struggler 2 The Death, I take the breath from your jugular The trick is to never lose hope I found my buddy hangin' dead from a rope, 16 on Death Row!
I got beef with a sick society that doesn't give a shit, and they're too quick to say goodbye to me, they tell me the preacher's there 4 me, he's a crook with a book, that motherfucker never cared 4 me. He's only here to be sure, I don't drop a dime to God about the crimes he's committing on the poor, and how can these people judge me, they ain't my peers and in all these years they never loved me! I never got to be a man, must be part of something big plan to keep a nigga in the state pen. And to my homies burying motherfuckers, steer clear of these Aryan motherfuckers!
Closing words from the Master of Harsh Realities of Life:
Bye bye, I was never meant 2 live
Can't be positive when the ghetto's where we live
Bye bye, I was never meant to be
Livin' life like a thief, runnin' through the streets (screaming Fuck The Police!)
Bye bye, and I got no place to go
Where you find me? 16 On Death Row
2Pac please come back! I pray 4 you everyday, ain't nothing else to say. Thug 4 Life High Till I Fucking Die, when these motherfucking bitches ask me why!!!
I got beef with a sick society that doesn't give a shit, and they're too quick to say goodbye to me, they tell me the preacher's there 4 me, he's a crook with a book, that motherfucker never cared 4 me. He's only here to be sure, I don't drop a dime to God about the crimes he's committing on the poor, and how can these people judge me, they ain't my peers and in all these years they never loved me! I never got to be a man, must be part of something big plan to keep a nigga in the state pen. And to my homies burying motherfuckers, steer clear of these Aryan motherfuckers!
Closing words from the Master of Harsh Realities of Life:
Bye bye, I was never meant 2 live
Can't be positive when the ghetto's where we live
Bye bye, I was never meant to be
Livin' life like a thief, runnin' through the streets (screaming Fuck The Police!)
Bye bye, and I got no place to go
Where you find me? 16 On Death Row
2Pac please come back! I pray 4 you everyday, ain't nothing else to say. Thug 4 Life High Till I Fucking Die, when these motherfucking bitches ask me why!!!
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