Screaming inside to ease the pain Save me, keep me alive I'm not afraid anymore Of what I don''t know Believe (I put my faith) In the unknown Believe
City, My City My City, My City, My City My City, My City, My City Let me tell you bout my city Lord homie, As if you ain?t read?, Where the practice black
swear I'll never call you bitch again And that's my word [Chorus] We came too far To throw it all away (I swear I'll never call you bitch again, believe
promised but it'll sure get better Hope you understand my love letter, to my unborn child [Chorus: sung, with 2Pac ad libs] I'm writing you a letter
the bottle I Take a sip And see tommorrow Gotta make if I have to Beg and Borrow Reading love letters late night, locked down, and quiet If brothers don't recieve their mail Best believe
no woman wants every downtown man she meet She's a no good doney they shouldn't 'low her on the street I believe I believe I'll go back home I believe I believe
just can't remember how to act Their minds are filled with big ideas, images and distorted facts. Even you, yesterday you had to ask me where it was at, I couldn't believe
who gives pure gold They said like "where does she live?" It's like she lives where she's at They said like "where can that be?" Your black I can't tell
country boy from Singleton way Shipped to France, Wellard's the name Anything but to be labeled as a shirker the shame of being sent a white feather in a letter
Vung Tau the black helicopters, the chinook pilots seemed relieved at Nui Dat where they dropped us Seemed like months running on and off landing pads letters
Vung Tau in black helicopters The chinook pilots seemed relieved at Nui Dat when they dropped us Feels like months running on and off landing pads letters
boy from Singleton way Shipped to France, Wellard's the name Anything but to be labeled as a shirker the shame of being sent a white feather in a letter
it man... it was your boy What? Naugh man I'm not trying to hear that Yo listen man, it was your boy man - He talks a lot I can't believe this shit man
it The old man in the dust goin' nuts - finished Years before they used to say He used to own a business Caught him on taxes Guess you're black You got
: My mind is designed like a Mayan pyramid When you climb up the steps You can get where the emerald is I left witnesses for those who didn't believe
a broke nigga Know you all relate to this shit that i wrote niggas Lots of my mans trapped up in a max Penatentary, sending me letters i answer back That
yeah (Oh yeah, my mic sound real nice, check it) (Yeah, uh, ok) yessir Hot off the press, yo, yo [Redman] Check out the, main attraction, black man in
: yo fatlip man yo man they tryin' to run a 5-0 move on us man yo man you got to tell the suckers what's up boy yeah ha-ha I got a letter