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  • (bkz: 2pac)ın posthumous albümünden (bkz: makaveli the don killuminati the 7 day theory) içli bir şarkı

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    [ıntro: 2pac]
    nothin' but love for you, my sister
    might even know how hard it is, no doubt
    bein' a woman, a black woman at that, no doubt
    shit, in this white man's world
    sometimes we overlook the fact
    that we be ridin' hard on our sisters
    we don't be knowin' the pain we be causin'
    ın this white man's world
    ın this white man's world
    ı ain't sayin ı'm innocent in all this
    ı'm just sayin', in this white man's world
    this song is for y'all
    for all those times that ı messed up, or we messed up

    [verse 1: 2pac]
    dear sister, got me twisted up in prison, ı miss ya
    cryin', lookin' at my niece's and my nephew picture
    they say don't let this cruel world get ya
    kinda suspicious, swearin' one day you might leave me
    for somebody that's richer
    twist the cap off the bottle, ı take a sip and see tomorrow
    gotta make it if ı have to beg or borrow
    readin' love letters; late night, locked down and quiet
    ıf brothers don't receive they mail, best believe we riot
    eatin' jack-mack, starin' at the walls of silence
    ınside this cage where they capture all my rage and violence
    ın time ı learned a few lessons, never fall for riches
    apologizes to my true sisters, far from bitches
    help me raise my black nation, reparations are due
    ıt's true, caught up in this world ı took advantage of you
    so tell the babies how ı love them, precious boys and girls
    born black in this white man's world—and all ı heard was

    [hook]
    who knows what tomorrow brings
    ın this world where everyone's blind?
    and where to go, no matter how far, ı'll find
    to let you know that you're not alone

    [collision: 2pac]
    only thing they ever did wrong (yes!, yes!) was bein' born black (no doubt), in this white man’s world. all my ghetto motherfuckers, be proud to be black if you proud to have this shit like this, 'cause ain't nobody got it like this (all my little black seeds, born black in the white man's world). all these motherfuckers wanna be like us. they all wanna be like us, to be the have-nots: all hail. god bless the child that can hold his own, no motherfuckin' doubt.

    [verse 2: 2pac]
    bein' born with less, ı must confess, only adds on to the stress
    two gunshots to my homie's head, died in his vest
    shot him to death and left him bleedin' for his family to see
    ı pass his casket, gently askin', is there a heaven for g's?
    my homeboy's doin' life, his baby mama be stressin'
    sheddin' tears when her son finally ask that questions
    where my daddy at? mama, why we live so poor?
    why you cryin'? heard you late night through my bedroom door
    now, do you love me, mama? why they keep on callin' me nigga?
    get my weight up with my hate and pay 'em back when ı'm bigger
    and still thuggin' in this jail cell, missin' my block
    hearin' brothers screamin' all night, wishin' they'd stop
    proud to be black, but why we act like we don't love ourselves?
    don't look around, busta, (you sucka!) check yourselves
    know what it means to be black, whether a man or girl
    we still strugglin' in this white man's world

    [hook & ad-libs (2pac)]
    who knows what tomorrow brings
    (born black in this white man's world)
    ın this world where everyone's blind?
    (ın this white man's world)
    and where to go, no matter how far, ı'll find
    (ın this white man's world)
    to let you know that you're not alone

    [collision: {*megaphone*}]
    we must fight for brother mumia
    we must fight for brother mutulu
    and we must fight for brother ruchell magee
    we must fight for brother geronimo pratt
    we must fight for [?], zulu, [?]
    we must fight for the countless political prisoners
    who are locked up falsely by this white man

    [verse 3: 2pac]
    so, tell me why you changed to choose a new direction
    ın the blink of an eye?
    my time away just made perfection
    did you think ı'd die?
    not gon' cry, why should ı care?
    like we holdin' onto lost love that's no longer there
    can you please help me?
    god bless me, please keep my seeds healthy
    makin' all my enemies bleed while my g's wealthy
    hopin' they bury me with ammunitions, weed and shells
    just in case they trip in heaven—ain't no g's in hell
    sister, sorry for the pain that ı caused your heart
    ı know ı'll change if you help me, but don't fall apart
    rest in peace to latasha, lil' yummy, and kato
    too much for this cold world to take, ended up bein' fatal
    every woman in america, especially black
    bear with me, can't you see that we under attack?
    ı never meant to cause drama to my sister and mama
    hope we make it to better times, in this white man's world

    [hook]
    who knows what tomorrow brings
    ın this world where everyone's blind?
    and where to go, no matter how far, ı'll find
    to let you know that you're not alone

    [collision: khalid abdul muhammad]
    "you're out of touch with reality! there are a few of you in a few smoke-filled rooms calling that the mainstream, while the masses of the people—white and black, red, yellow and brown, poor and vulnerable—are suffering in this nation."

    [collision: 2pac]
    never that, in this white man's world, they can't stop us
    we've been here all this time
    they ain't took us out, they can never take us out
    no matter what they say, about us bein' extinct
    about us bein' endangered species
    we ain't never gon' leave this
    we ain't never gon' walk off this planet
    unless y'all choose to
    use your brain, use your brain
    ıt ain't them that's killin' us, it's us that's killin' us
    ıt ain't them that's knockin' us off
    ıt's us that's knockin' us off
    ı'm tellin' you better watch it, or be a victim
    be a victim, in this white man's world
    born black, in this white man's world, no doubt
    and it's dedicated to my motherfuckin' teachers
    mutulu shakur, geronimo pratt, mumia abu jamal
    sekou odinga, all the real og's, we out

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