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