My Block Lyrics
<e&[ Lyrics from: http://www.cloverlyrics.com/e1773-2_pac~my_block_lyrics.html ]#109;>[2Pac]<br />Damn, take a ride, to my block<br />My block, that's right! Heh<br />F'real on my motherfuckin block<br /><br /><em>[Verse One]<br />They got a nigga<br />Sheddin tears, reminiscin on my past fears<br />Cause shit was hectic for me last year<br />It appears that I've been marked for death, my heartless breath<br />The underlying cause of my arrest, my life is stressed<br />And no rest forever weary, my eyes stay teary<br />for all the brothers that are buried in the cemetery<br />Shit is scary, how black on black crime legendary<br />But at times unnessecary, I'm gettin worried<br />Teardrops and closed caskets, the three strikes law is drastic<br />And certain death for us ghetto bastards<br />What can we do when we're arrested, but open fire<br />Life in the pen ain't for me, cause I'd rather die<br />But don't cry through your despair<br />I wonder if the Lord still cares, for us niggaz on welfare<br />And who cares if we survive<br />The only time they notice a nigga is when he's clutchin on a four-five<br />My neighborhood ain't the same<br />Cause all these little babies goin crazy and they sufferin in the game<br />And I swear it's like a trap<br />But I ain't given up on the hood, it's all good when I go back<br />Hoes show me love, niggaz give me props<br />Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block<br /><br /><em>[Chorus: a bunch of kids - see the liner notes]<br />Livin life is but a dream<br />Hard times is all we see (on my block)<br />Every block is kinda mean<br />But on our block we still playyyyyy<br />But on our block we still playyyyyy...<br /><br /><em>[Verse Two]<br />Now shit's constantly hot, on my block, it never fails to be gunshots<br />Can't explain a mother's pain, when her son drops<br />Black male slippin in hail when will we prevail<br />Fearin jail but crack sales got me livin well<br />And the system's sucidal with this Thug's Life<br />Stayin strapped forever strapped in this drug life<br />God help me, cause I'm starvin, can't get a job<br />So I resort to violent robberies, my life is hard<br />Can't sleep cause all the dirt make my heart hurt<br />Put in work and shed tears for my dead peers<br />Mislead from childhood where I went astray<br />Till this day I still pray for a better way<br />Can't help but feel hopeless and heartbroke<br />From the start I felt the racism cause I'm dark<br />Couldn't quit the bullshit make me represent<br />Hit the bar and played the star, everywhere I went<br />In my heart, I felt alone out here on my own<br />I close my eyes and picture home... on my block<br /><br /><em>[Chorus w/ minor variations]<br /><br /><em>[Verse Three]<br />And I can't help but wonder why, so many young kids had to die<br />Caught strays from AK's and the driveby<br />Swollen pride and homicide, don't coincide<br />Brothers cry for broken lives, mama come inside<br />Cause our block is filled with danger<br />Used to be a close knit community but now we're all cold strangers<br />Time changes us to stone them crack pipes<br />All up and down the block exterminatin black life<br />But I can't blame the dealers<br />My mama's welfare check has brought the next man chrome wheels<br />Shit's real, I know ya feel, my tragedy<br />A single mother with a problem child, daddy free<br />Hangin out pickin up game, sippin cheap liquor<br />Gamin the hoochies hopin I can get to sleep with her<br />It's a man's world, stayin strapped<br />Fantasies of a nigga livin phat, but held back<br />Pipe dreams can make the night seem hopeless<br />Wide eyed and losin focus... on my block<br /><br /><em>[Chorus w/ minor variations]<br /><br /><em>[Verse Four]<br />And block parties in tha projects lastin way past daylight<br />A young nigga learned to break night<br />Used to play fight with my homies but they stuck in the pen<br />I send them ends, but it's tough on a friend, in my mind<br />I see the same motherfuckers ballin<br />Alcohol will make a lazy nigga slip and fall, miss his call<br />I know the young niggaz understand this<br />Growing up in this world where everything is scandalous<br />I reminisce on tha fast times, past crimes<br />Tryin to cop a slice of pizza with my last dime<br />Can't explain, just what attracts me to this dirty game<br />Gold chains, some extra change, and the street fame<br />And what's strange is everybod knows my name, swear they all know me<br />And lots of cash make a nigga change<br />I hit the green just to maintain, feelin pain<br />For all the niggaz that I lost to the game... from my block<br /><br /><em>[Chorus w/ minor variations; kids repeat last line over and over]<br /><br /><em>[2Pac - speaking over Chorus]<br />Rest in peace to all the muh'fuckers who passed away<br />From all the blocks that I'm from<br />One-twelve street, 7th Avenue, New York, Uptown, knahmsayin?<br />183rd and Walt, my block, that's right<br />122nd and Morningside, my block, that's right<br />Decatur Avenue, Baltimore, my block, that's right<br />In the jungle of Marin City, that's my block, that's right<br />Los Angeles, haha, that's my block too<br />Oakland, can't forget Oaktown, that's my block for sure<br />And all the other blocks around this motherfucker<br />Houston, Florida, St. Louis, Tennessee, Miami, Chicago<br />All y'all niggaz stay kickin up dust<br />Represent the motherfuckin block<br />