Words 2 My First Born

[Intro: 2Pac] Hehehe, yeah These are my words to my firstborn [Verse 1: 2Pac] Can you picture young niggas in a rush to grow? 'Til hard-timers in the pen' had to crush his throat Probably never even saw it comin' Too busy bullshittin', caught him with his mouth runnin' Ain't this a bitch? They got me twisted in this game The feds and the punk police pointin' pistols at my brain I wonder if I'm wrong 'cause I'm thugged out My homies murdered execution style, runnin' in the drug house What was supposed to be a easy hit Now shit is flipped, 'cause niggas died over bullshit It's not my dream, I'm seein' pictures of a broken man No witnesses, only the questions of who smoked the man Young adolescents in our prime live a life of crime Though it ain't logical, we hobble through these tryin' times Livin' blind—Lord, help me with my troubled soul Why all my homies had to die 'fore they got to grow? And right before I put my head on the pillow, say a prayer One love to the thugs in Heaven, I'll see you there It's written for the young and dumb that wasn't warned Help you make it through the storm My words to my firstborn—feel me! [Chorus: 2Pac] My words to my firstborn My words to my firstborn [Verse 2: 2Pac] Since my very first day on this Earth, I was cursed So, I knew that the birth of a child would make my life worse And though it hurt me, there was no distortion 'Cause wild seeds can't grow, we need more abortions Quiet your soul, 'cause you know what you had to do And so did victims of a world they never came to I understand it's a better day comin' Sometimes cats be sleepin' on the dead end, drivin' with the car runnin' Blinded, ain't no love in the hood, only hearts torn Love letters to the innocent and unborn All the babies that died up on the table Wasn't able to breathe, 'cause the family wasn't able Can't blame her, I would do the same All I could give her was my debt and my last name 'Cause in the game things change, livin' up and down This hard life got me walkin' with my head down Flashin' frowns wasn't meant to be, was I wrong? But I'll never get to know, so I carry on It's written for the young and dumb that wasn't born My words to my firstborn—feel me! [Chorus: 2Pac] My words to my firstborn Mmm! (Yeah) These are the words to my firstborn Hey, nigga, talk to your born! Talk to your seed, nigga! [Verse 3: Nuttso] Two thousand somethin' somethin' mention a new era A nigga's too real, now see shit too clear See, there's more than just this scrilla and this tilt (What else is it, dawg?) – the velvet and the silk And makin' sure my kittens got they milk (Hoo!) Gotta fill this mattress Let my kids know I'm at this Attack this, the Mack must roll, hood stroll Ain't no question, is it? Above the Law hustlers If it's related to chips, homie, we'll handle ya [Verse 4: Cold 187um] Yo, although we never take advantage Though we always in the air thang By all means, stack green Gangsta lean They say money make the world go 'round So, only associate yourself with paper chasers and niggas that's truly down And keep God first And give thanks for the good times, as well as when it hurts It's player haters every corner you hit Touchin' their tits, hella thick, tryin' to get you for yo' grip I know you stressed-out and fed-up But come out, gun-blazin', and keep your head up You can call it what you want to, but it ain't gon' change Above the Law, 2Pac, O.G.'s in this rap game And we done lived a long hard life And we done shed so many tears under these bright lights Y'all, although we grew up corrupted and scorned We still got a lot of wisdom to give to our firstborn [Outro: 2Pac] What you gon' tell your kids, nigga? Who was you? What was you doin'? How did you put it down? These my words to my motherfuckin' firstborn So, they can know, y'knahmean? Hehehe Ain't nothin' but a motherfuckin' rider Westside 'til I die, that's all it was It's a crooked-ass hand they deal a motherfucker I just played to win, just played to win Motherfucker gotta bet against the odds, y'knahmean?