featuring Yaki Kadafi



(2pac talking)

Heavenly Father

heal a nigga down here

who do u believe in who do u believe in



2pac

I see mothers in black crying

Brothers in packs dying

Plus everybodies high

Too doped up to ask whyW

atching our on downfall

Witness the end, It's like we don't believe in Go

dCuz we living in sin

I asked my homie on the block

Why he strapped he laughed

pointed his pistol as the cop car passed and blasted

It's just another murder

Nobody mourns no more

My tear drops getting bigger

but can't figure what I'm crying for

Is it the miniature caskets, little babies

Victims of a stray from drug dealers gone crazy

Maybe its just the drugs

Visions of how the block was

Crack came and it was strange how it rocked us

Perhaps the underlying fact saty high

Explain genocide

Its when we ride on our own kind

What is it we all fear, reflections in the mirror

We can't escape fateThe end is getting nearer



[Chorus](Repeat 2x)[Tupac]

Who do you believe in?

I put my faith in god, blessed but still breathing

And even though it's hard

Thats who I believe in, before I'm leaving

The mask and the grieving

Who do you believe in?



[Tupac]

Can't close my eyez cuz all I see is terror

I hate the man in the mirror

Cuz his perfection makes the pain turn realer

Times of armageddon, murder in mass amounts

In this society where only getting the cash counts

I started out as a beginner

Entered the criminal lifestyle became a sinner

I make my money and vacate, evade prison

Went from the chosen one to outcast, unforgiven

And all the hennesey and weed can't hide

The pain I feel inside

You know its like I'm living just to die

I fall on my knees and beg for mercy

Not knowing if I'm worthy

Living life thinking no man can hurt me

So I'm asking before I lay me down to sleep

Before you judge me, look at all the shit you did to me

My misery, I rose up from the slums

Made it out the flamesIn my search for fame will I change?

And I'm asking



[Chorus]



[Khadafi]

Faith in Allah, believe in me and its plastic

Cuz so far I done witnessed to many dead niggaz in caskets

With they chest plates stretched like elastic

And whats worse I'm on front line

Holding down, camps still mashing

Heard my cousin one of the old heads from the block

Just came home October of 95

Back in Yardsville, stuck with a three to five

if he don't act up, now he realize

If you don't stay wise, then in this game you fucked

Talk to my baby girl

Give me the word on what she heard

One of the grimmies is snitching

Deamond a stool pigeon

I taked to him, he said he didn't

My man said he did, in fact he sure

cuz he just came home off bail