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

(Tupac)

Can you picture

young niggas in the a rush to grow

the hard times in the pen

had to crush his throat

probaly never even saw it coming

to busy bullshitting

caught him with his mouth runnin

ain't that a bitch

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 style

runnin in the drug house

what was suppose to be a easy hit

now shit is flipped

cause niggas died over bullshit

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

My words to my firstborn

my words to my first born

(Tupac)

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 day coming

sometimes catching you sleeping on the dead end

driving with the car runnin