your life again Cry out to the sky you will see God can give you all that you would ever need New life, forgiveness, if you Turn your eyes to God Look
Brilliantined Biblical hair My hair like Jesus wore it Hallelujah I adore it Hallelujah Mary loved her son Why don't my mother love me? Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair Flow it, show it Long as God
the night As the firstborn awakes with the sign A little dreamer... but are dreams always to define? "Do not fear, my son! Awaken the dragon inside For
sword was my rattle Shield was my bib, and sarcophagi my crib Not measured by my words, but the deeds that I did for God Illogical god, I was created
Verbs of Power - now here's the sum of another drum Now mortals aware, now prepare for illogical son My Verbs of Power are the spiritual spank My deep
to keep my head above water Cause I got to protect myself from the evil of my own people The only personI fear is God and through his eyes we're all created
up in his room And he spoke his first words (daddy's gonna die soon) Running through the metals, people running When they see me coming, a mother calling to her son
now a ni**a sell words for all my young thugs in jail in Jerz They made it hell 4 a hustler, I bails high as f**k son Dyin luck none supply us with much
Police Dispatcher .. He's headed out a window The man with the bag is running like a son of a bitch We have people with bags running across, running
raise us) [Verse 3: Tupac] Now Would she remain in the same spot? The gunshots rang, they came from the cane spot Now look here I see her clutching her son
No need to cry now, go wipe your tears, be a woman Why you actin surprised? You saw the bullshit Comin fake hair, fake nails, fake eyes too So why you
ghetto. From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easy Living in the ghetto. June 16, 1971 Mama gave birth to a hell raisin' heavanly son
to me, they burn me, they turn me (they turn meee!) Into an animal! - They flipped son, they burn me (they burn meee!) To the first degree; me son, they
[Intro:] Look at what they did to me, they burn me, they turn me Into an animal! - They flipped son, they burn me To the first degree; me son, they hurt
lackluster, memoirs of the black hustler Condos, Beemers, bomb hoes, coke bags, toe tags, John Does Fiends skits them into the plane of day, as plain as day It's hard to reach, to smell God
(Baby) why are you doing this to me (Sweetheart) Are those your eyes staring straight back at me (Angel) I see your smile everywhere (Darling, stop)
eyes Give me a son and daughter Son and daughter Lay down on me Naked gypsy Watching you bade in water False shelter lies Fear in your eyes Give me a son
