.A. Parks, C57797, you have a visitor Right there, stall three Hi baby. Whassup honey? Hey you know it's just only one more week until family visit.
spot for us all So we can ball At Thugs Mansion [Chorus] (There ain't) Ain't no place I'd rather be Chillin with homies and family In a sky high
No matter what (hehe) You will always be in my heart With unconditional love [Verse One:] Come listen to my truest thoughts, my truest feelings All my peers doing years
about to crash up on the curb cause my visions blurry Maybe if they tried to understand me, what should I do? I had to feed my fuckin' family, what else
many murders, too many funerals and too many tears Just seen another brother buried plus I knew him for years Pass by his family but what could I say
misery was so deep Couldn't sleep through all my pressures In my quest for cash I learned fast Using violent measures Memories of adolescent years
, my automatic keep 'em wary Why you frontin like you really bad-ass, nigga you scary I been knowin you for years, we was high school peers, in junior
witnessed struggles I survived Prayin hard for better days, promise to hold on Me and my dawgs ain't have a choice but to roll on We found a family spot
of a dead soldier This is the ballad of a dead soldier Come play the ballad of a dead soldier.. [2Pac] The plan, to take command of the whole family
Born thuggin and lovin the way I came up Big money clutchin, bustin while evadin cocaine busts My pulse rushin, send my pulse into insanity Shout at my cousin now we bustin if they yo' family
a better path, expose a better half of me Blast for me, the task after me For a few years sheddin tattooed tears like Gram' Sammy, we feudin for the whole damn family
is Liberty? That blind bi**h ain't never did s**t for me My history, full of casket and scars My own black nation at war, whole family behind bars And
they find me? 16 on Death Row Dear mama, these cops don't understand me I turned to a life of crime, cause I came from a broken family My uncle used
You know how we do. Time goes by. Puffin on lye. Hopin that it gets me high. They got a nigga goin crazy. Feelin crazy. (Tell em bout it.) Last year
fuckin you ya never had a father or a family, but I'll be there no need to fear so much insanity and thru tha years I know ya gave me your heart and
who won't be back So if I die To the same for me Shed no tear An Outlaw, thug living in this game, for years Why worry, Hope to god Get me high When
every other had a pops and a motha I was tha product of a heated lover Nobody knew how deep it screwed me and since my pops never knew me my family didn