[2Pac]

Damn, take a ride, to my block

My block, that's right! Heh

F'real on my motherfuckin block



[Verse One]

They got a nigga

Sheddin tears, reminiscin on my past fears

Cause shit was hectic for me last year

It appears that I've been marked for death, my heartless breath

The underlying cause of my arrest, my life is stressed

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, I'm gettin worried

Teardrops and closed caskets, the three strikes law is drastic

And certain death for us ghetto bastards

What can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

Life in the pen ain't for me, cause I'd rather die

But don't 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 he's clutchin on a four-five

My neighborhood ain't the same

Cause all these little babies goin crazy and they sufferin in the game

And I swear it's like a trap

But I ain't given up on the hood, it's all good when I go back

Hoes show me love, niggaz give me props

Forever hop cause it don't 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 shit's constantly hot, on my block, it never fails to be gunshots

Can't explain a mother's pain, when her son drops

Black male slippin in hail when will we prevail

Fearin jail but crack sales got me livin