Dear Lord

Ayy, tell them the story how you came up
Nigga

Born thuggin', heartless and mean-muggin'
At sixteen, on the scene
Watchin' fiends buggin'
Kickin' up dust with the older G's
Soakin' up the game that was told to me
I ain't never touched a gat
That I couldn't shoot
I learned not to trust the
Bitch from the prostitutes taught lessons
A young nigga askin' questions
While other suckers was guessin'
I was gangster sexin'
Elementary wasn't meant for me
Can't regret it
I'm headed for the penitentiary
And cuttin' class, and I'm buckin' blastin'
Straight mashin'
Mobbin' through the overpass laughin'
(Ha ha ha)
While these other motherfuckers try
To figure out
No doubt, they jealous of a nigga's clout
Tell me Lord, can ya feel me?
I keep my finger on the trigger
'cause some nigga tryna kill me

I got my three-five-seven, can't control it
Screamin' "Die motherfucker" and he's loaded
Everybody run for cover, aw shit
Thug Life, motherfucker, duck quick
Now, am I wrong? If I am, don't worry me
'Cause do or die
Gettin' high 'til they bury me
Dear Lord, if ya hear me, tell me why
Little girl like LaTasha, had to die
She never got to see the bullet
Just heard the shot
Her little body couldn't take it
It shook and dropped
And when I saw it on the
News how she bucked the girl killed Latasha
Now I'm screamin' "Fuck the world"
In the end it's my friends, that flip-flop
Lip-locked on my dick when my shit dropped
Thug Life, motherfucker, I lick shots
Every nigga on my block dropped two cops

Dear Lord can ya hear me? When I die
Let a nigga be strapped, fucked up, and high
With my hands on the trigger, thug nigga
Stressin' like a motherfuckin' drug dealer
And even in the darkest nights
I'm a thug for life
(He a hellraiser) I got the heart to fight
Now and Mama raised a hellraiser, everyday
Gettin' paid, police on my pager
Straight stressin', a fugitive my occupation
Is under question, wanted for investigation
And even though I'm marked for death
I'ma spark 'til I lose my breath
Motherfuckers
Every time I see the paper, I see my picture
When a nigga's gettin' richer
They come to get ya
It's like a motherfuckin' trap
And they wonder why
It's hard bein' black, dear Lord
Can ya feel me?

(Dear Lord) i live the life of a thug
Hope you understand
Forgive me for my mistakes
I gotta play my hand (Dear Lord)
And my hand's on the sixteen-shot
Semi-automatic, crooked cop killin' Glock
(Dear Lord) i'm on my knees beggin'
"Please come and save me
The whole world done made a nigga crazy"
(Dear Lord) god come save the youth
Ain't nuttin' else to do but
Have faith in you (Dear Lord)
I live the life of a thug
Hope you understand
Forgive me for my mistakes
I gotta play my hand (Dear Lord)
And my hand's on the sixteen-shot
Semi-automatic, crooked cop killin' Glock
(Dear Lord) i'm on my knees beggin'
"Please come and save me
The whole world done made a nigga crazy"
(Dear Lord) god come save the youth
Ain't nuttin' else to do but
Have faith in you (Dear Lord)

Faith in you ain't nuttin' else to do but
Have faith in you (Dear Lord)
Faith in you ain't nuttin' else to do but
Have faith in you (Dear Lord)
Faith in you ain't nuttin' else to do but
Have faith in you (Dear Lord)
Faith in you ain't nuttin' else to do but
Have faith in you

2Pac

Dear Lord

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