I Tried

[Pac Voice]

Got me thinking about better days...

[Verse 1: 2pac]

Time to question our lifestyle, look how we live

Smoking weed like it ain't no thang

So even kids wanna try now

They lie down and get ran through

Nobody watched 'em clockin the evil man do

Faced with the demons

Addicted to hearin victims screaming

Guess we was evil since birth

Product of cursed semens

Cause even our birthdays is cursed days

A born thug in the first place, the worst ways

I'd love to see the block in peace

With no more dealers and crooked cops

The only way to stop the beast

And only we can change

It's up to us to clean up the streets

It ain't the same

Too many murders

Too many funerals and too many tears

Just seen another brother buried

Plus I knew him for years

Passed by his family, but what could I say?

Keep yo' head up and try to keep the faith

Try to keep the faith

[Verse 2: 2pac]

Who would've guessed that in my future years

I'd be stressing, some say the ghetto's a sick and corrupted

Plus my P.O. won't let me hang with the brothers I grew up with

Try to keep my head up and stay strong

All my homies slangin yayo all day long

But they wrong, so I'm solo and so broke

Saving up for some Jordan's cause they dope

I got a girl and I love her but she broke too

And so am I. I can't take her to places she wanna go to

So we argue and play fight, all day and night

Makin passionate love 'til the daylight

Plus we about to get evicted, can't pay the rent

Guess it's time to see who really is yo' friend

Tell me you pregnant and I'm amazed

So many blessings while we stressin

But what can I say, keep yo' head up and

Try to keep the faith

Try to keep the faith

Try to keep the faith

[Verse 3: 2pac]

Square fools, since back in high school

We was true, me and you hardly parted or separeted

We stayed faded

Affiliated with gangbanger and still made it

Up in the gym, mess with me, gotta mess with him

Still dressing like grown men when rolling

I went to dark, smoking Newports, gaming marks

Got a place in my heart, homie stay smart

Locked you up in the penn'

And gave you three to ten

I send you letters with naked flicks of old friends

Hoping you well, I know it's hell doing time in the cells

You need mail, when you in jail

And me I'm doing cool

I settled down, had a family

Working in night school

Every once in a while

I reminisce and wonder how we ever came to this