2pac - Who do You Believe in - Текст песни

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