Dear Lord

As we down here, struggle for as long as we know

In search of a paradise to touch (my nigga Johnny J)

Dreams are dreams, and reality seems to be the only place to go

The only place for us

I know, try to make the best of bad situations

Seems to be my life`s story

Ain`t no glory in pain, a soldier`s story in vain

And can`t nobody live this life for me

It`s a ride y`all, a long hard ride



[2Pac]

Somebody break me I`m dreamin, I started as a seed the semen

Swimmin upstream, planted in the womb while screamin

on the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

From a single drop, this is what they got

Not to disrespect my peoples but my poppa was a loser

Only plan he had for momma was to fuck her and abuse her

Even as a little seed, I could see his plan for me

Stranded on welfare, another broken family

Now what was I to be, a product of this heated passion

Momma got pregnant, and poppa got a piece of ass

Look how it began, nobody gave a fuck about me

Pistol in my hand, this cruel world can do without me

How can I survive? Got me askin white Jesus

will a nigga live or die, cause the Lord can`t see us

in the deep dark clouds of the projects, ain`t no sunshine

No sunny days and we only play sometimes

When everybody`s sleepin

I open my window jump to the streets and get to creepin

I can live or die, hope I get some money `fore I`m gone

I`m only 19, I`m tryin to hustle on my own

on the spot where everybody and they pops tryin to slang rocks

I`d rather go to college, but this is where the game stops

Don`t get it wrong cause it`s always on, from dusk to dawn

You can buy rocks glocks or a herringbone

You can ask my man Ishmael Reed

Keep my nine heated all the time this is how we grind

Meet up at the ce