but they breaking down in tears. See now that I'm on, people think money make you proud. But I've been struggling trying to come up since I was a child
path so narrow to a place where we feel at ease some think it is haunting to be drawn to the cemetery ground as we there's a stillness here thankful found child
up I know you're fed up ladies, but keep your head up [Chorus] Keep ya head up, oooo child things are gonna get easier ooooo child things are gonna
[Child:] Why you by the window?, what's wrong daddy? [Mother:] I know what's wrong with that crazy motherfucker He's just stand by the goddamn window
we learn to pray, keep our families in shape Cause they all broke. and why do ghetto birds die Before we learn to fly, some bodies else's child caught
of a dead soldier This is the ballad of a dead soldier Come play the ballad of a dead soldier.. [2Pac] The plan, to take command of the whole family
of forever and together we rise If it would help our child grow, then together we'd die Why - question my love, it's so easy to see Without my family
] Born thuggin and lovin the way I came up Big money clutchin, bustin while evadin cocaine busts My pulse rushin, send my pulse into insanity Shout at my cousin now we bustin if they yo' family
my first born .. My words to my first born [2Pac] Since my very first day on this earth, I was cursed So I knew, that the birth of a child would make
Quentin Down on Riker's Isle stay rile But a nigga gotta use his styles These, Chorus Niggas don't know my style quick to smile juvenile Was a problem child
in here! Makaveli, the new breed -- and I remember what my pops told me The new word, follow me -- remember what my pops told me My family tree, consists
if yah love Come rush me to the gates of heaven Let me picture for a while How I live for my days, as a child I wonder now How do we outlast, always
Child: Why you by the window?, what's wrong daddy? Mother: I know what's wrong with that crazy motherfucker He's just stand by the goddamn window with
ghetto. easy From the cardle to the grave, life ain't never been easy Living in the ghetto. From the cradle to the grave since a little bitty child
up I know you're fed up ladies, but keep your head up Chorus Keep ya head up, oooo child things are gonna get easier ooooo child things are gonna get
sight A pitiful plight, so I pray for a starry night Please send me a pops before puberty the things I wouldn't do to see a piece of family unity Moms
Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shape Cause they all broke. and why do ghetto birds die Before we learn to fly, some bodies else's child