My Block

[Verse 1] They got a nigga shedding 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's scary, our black on black crime legendary But at times unnecessary, 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 niggas on welfare And who cares if we survive The only time they notice a nigga is when he clutchin' on a four-five My neighborhood ain't the same 'Cause all the 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, niggas give me props Forever hop 'cause it don't stop... on my block [Richie Rich & 2Pac mini skit] [Verse 2] 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 males living in hell, when will we prevail Fearin' jail but crack sales got me livin' well In a sense I'm suicidal with this Thug's Life Stayin' strapped, forever trapped in this drug life God help me, 'cause I'm starvin', can't get a job So I resort to violent robbings, 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 Misled from childhood where I went astray 'Til 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 [Richie Rich & 2Pac mini skit once again] [Verse 3] And I can't help but wonder why So many young kids had to die Caught strays from AK's in a drive-by 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 [Richie Rich & 2Pac skit once again] [Verse 4] And block parties in the 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, misses call I know the young niggas 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 that everybody 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 niggas that I lost to the game... from my block [2Pac & Richie Rich] Muh fucka can't lie, tho Outta all them... Rest in peace to all the motherfuckers 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 Marin 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 niggas stay kicking up dust