My Block

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Uh, take a ride ta my block, my block
Thats right
huh, right on my motha fuckin block

They got a nigga shedin' tears
reminising bout' my past fears
cuz shit was hectic on me last year
it appears i was marked for death
but heartless breaths
the underline causin' my arrest
my life is stress
and no rest, forever weary
my eyes stay teary
for all the brotha's i buried in the cemetary
shit is scary
i'm black on black crime legendary
but at time unnecessary
i'm gettin worried
tear drops and closed caskets
its certain death for us ghetto bastards
what can we do when we're arrested?
life in the pen ain't for me cuz i'd rather die
but dont cry threw our dispair
i wonder if the lord still cares for us nigga's on welfare
and who cares if we survive
the only time they notice a nigga
is when he clutchin' on the fo' five
My neighborhood ain't the same
cuz all the lil' babies going crazy
or they suffering in the the game
and i swear its like a trap
but i ain't givin up on the hood
its all good when i go back
hoes show me love
niggas give me props
forever hot cuz it dont stop
on my block

livin life is but a dream
hard times all we've seen
every block is kinda mean
but on our block we still pray
but on our block we still pray

Now shit is constantly hot on my block
it never fails to be gun shots
can explain a mothers pain when her son drops
black males livin' in hell
when will we prevail
fearin jail
but crack sales got me livin' well
in a sense i'm suicdal in this thugs life
stayin' strapped
forever trapped in this drug life
god help me cuz i'm starvin' can't get a jo
so i resort to violent robberies my life is hard
can't sleep cuz all the dirt make my heart hurt
put in work and shead tears for my dead peers
misled from childhood
when i went astray
til this day i still pray for a better way
can't help but feel helpless and heart broke
from the start i felt the racism cuz i'm dark
couldn't quit the bullshit make me represent
hit the bar and
played the star everywhere i went
in my heart, i felt alone out here all alone
I close my eyes and picture home
on my block

livin life is but a dream
hard times all we've seen
every block is kinda mean
but on our block we still pray
but on our block we still pray

And i can't help but wonder
why so many you kids have to die
caught strays from AK's in the drive by
swollen pride and homicide
dont go inside
brotha's cry from broken lies, mama come inside
cuz our block is filled with danger
used to be a close knit community
but now we're all total strangers
time changes us to stone
dem crack pipes
all up and down the block
exterminating black life
but i can't blame the dealers
my mama's welfare check
has bought the next man chrome wheels
shits real
i know you feel
my tragedy
a single mother with a problem child, daddy free
hangin' out, pickin up game, sippin cheap liqour
gamin on hoochies, hopin i could get ta sleep with her
its a mans world
stayin strapped
fantasies of a nigga livin phat
but hell back
pipe dreams can make the night seem hopeless
wide eyed i'm loosin focus
on my block

livin life is but a dream
hard times all we've seen
every block is kinda mean
but on our block we still pray
but on our block we still pray

and block parties in the projects
lastin a way past day light
a young nigga learn ta break night
used to play fight with my homies
but they stuck in the pen
i send em' ends
but its tough on a friend
in my mind i see the same motha fuckers ballin'
alchol will make the lazy niggas slip and fall
mrs call
i know you young niggas understand this
growin up in a world where everythings scandolus
i remenis on the fast times
past rhymes
tryin to cop a slice of pizza wit my last dime
can't explain just what attracts me to this dirty game
gold chains, some extra change, and the street fame
and whats strange is everybody know my name
swear they all know me
and lots of cash make a nigga change
i hit the weed just to maintain
feel in pain
for all the niggas i lost in the game
on my block

livin life is but a dream
hard times all we've seen
every block is kinda mean
but on our block we still pray
but on our block we still pray
but on our block we still pray
but on our block we still pray
but on our block we still pray
but on our block we still pray
but on our block we still pray






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luis     2010-07-03 07:18    
2PAC es el mejor rappero que ha existido. RIP Makaveli The Don for ever