my block

• kralın better dayz albumunun iddialı şarkılarından ... eski bir şarkısının remixi zira the showun soundtrackinde yer almaktadır orjinali ...
  
  [2pac]
  damn, take a ride, to my block
  my block, that's right! heh
  f'real on my motherfuckin block
  
  [verse one]
  they got a nigga
  sheddin tears, reminiscin on my past fears
  cause shit was hectic for me last year
  it appears that i've been marked for death, my heartless breath
  the underlying cause of my arrest, my life is stressed
  and no rest forever weary, my eyes stay teary
  for all the brothers that are buried in the cemetery
  shit is scary, how black on black crime legendary
  but at times unnessecary, i'm gettin worried
  teardrops and closed caskets, the three strikes law is drastic
  and certain death for us ghetto bastards
  what can we do when we're arrested, but open fire
  life in the pen ain't for me, cause i'd rather die
  but don't cry through your despair
  i wonder if the lord still cares, for us niggaz on welfare
  and who cares if we survive
  the only time they notice a nigga is when he's clutchin on a four-five
  my neighborhood ain't the same
  cause all these little babies goin crazy and they sufferin in the game
  and i swear it's like a trap
  but i ain't given up on the hood, it's all good when i go back
  hoes show me love, niggaz give me props
  forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block
  
  [chorus: a bunch of kids - see the liner notes]
  livin life is but a dream
  hard times is all we see (on my block)
  every block is kinda mean
  but on our block we still playyyyyy
  but on our block we still playyyyyy...
  
  [verse two]
  now shit's constantly hot, on my block, it never fails to be gunshots
  can't explain a mother's pain, when her son drops
  black male slippin in hail when will we prevail
  fearin jail but crack sales got me livin well
  and the system's sucidal with this thug's life
  stayin strapped forever strapped in this drug life
  god help me, cause i'm starvin, can't get a job
  so i resort to violent robberies, my life is hard
  can't sleep cause all the dirt make my heart hurt
  put in work and shed tears for my dead peers
  mislead from childhood where i went astray
  till this day i still pray for a better way
  can't help but feel hopeless and heartbroke
  from the start i felt the racism cause 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 on my own
  i close my eyes and picture home... on my block
  
  [chorus w/ minor variations]
  
  [verse three]
  and i can't help but wonder why, so many young kids had to die
  caught strays from ak's and the driveby
  swollen pride and homicide, don't coincide
  brothers cry for broken lives, mama come inside
  cause our block is filled with danger
  used to be a close knit community but now we're all cold strangers
  time changes us to stone them crack pipes
  all up and down the block exterminatin black life
  but i can't blame the dealers
  my mama's welfare check has brought the next man chrome wheels
  shit's real, i know ya feel, my tragedy
  a single mother with a problem child, daddy free
  hangin out pickin up game, sippin cheap liquor
  gamin the hoochies hopin i can get to sleep with her
  it's a man's world, stayin strapped
  fantasies of a nigga livin phat, but held back
  pipe dreams can make the night seem hopeless
  wide eyed and losin focus... on my block
  
  [chorus w/ minor variations]
  
  [verse four]
  and block parties in tha projects lastin way past daylight
  a young nigga learned to break night
  used to play fight with my homies but they stuck in the pen
  i send them ends, but it's tough on a friend, in my mind
  i see the same motherfuckers ballin
  alcohol will make a lazy nigga slip and fall, miss his call
  i know the young niggaz understand this
  growing up in this world where everything is scandalous
  i reminisce on tha fast times, past crimes
  tryin to cop a slice of pizza with my last dime
  can't explain, just what attracts me to this dirty game
  gold chains, some extra change, and the street fame
  and what's strange is everybod knows my name, swear they all know me
  and lots of cash make a nigga change
  i hit the green just to maintain, feelin pain
  for all the niggaz that i lost to the game... from my block
  
  [chorus w/ minor variations; kids repeat last line over and over]
  
  [2pac - speaking over chorus]
  rest in peace to all the muh'fuckers who passed away
  from all the blocks that i'm from
  one-twelve street, 7th avenue, new york, uptown, knahmsayin?
  183rd and walt, my block, that's right
  122nd and morningside, my block, that's right
  decatur avenue, baltimore, my block, that's right
  in the jungle of atlantic city, that's my block, that's right
  los angeles, haha, that's my block too
  oakland, can't forget oaktown, that's my block for sure
  and all the other blocks around this motherfucker
  houston, florida, st. louis, tennessee, miami, chicago
  all y'all niggaz stay kickin up dust
  represent the motherfuckin block