trying to find a spark. We're searching for oil, we're searching for gold We're searching for god, or so I'm told. We're searching for solace, we search
die this war with myself never ends. this war with myself never... the only way I'd return is to an orchestra on wolves. the only way I'd return is
to me Stay down like the, truest Thug Life until I check out this bitch, I thought you knew this Who is, gonna catch me when I fall or even care to While
the prelude Bust in, talkin bout, "Where is the quaaludes?" What you say fool? Where in the hell is the search warrant? No feedback is what he uttered
jealous plus they tell us that the phones is tapped I watch my back twenty-fo' seven and never let a busta send a G to ghetto heaven, you know! This is
for this dirty money earned as this crooked world turns [Chorus: Darryl 'Big D' Harper (repeats as Tupac speaks)] [2Pac] Hahaha.. as the world turns.. and turns and turns and turns.. haha This
they say search him "He might have the nine He might shoot this motherfucker up like Shyne" It's been a while since a new nigga came tight like this
Golden Cabs, Louie Scarfs I do this for the love, and it's free of charge I don't need jail to be behind bars This is purely art, in my Grandma's household this
Magazine did an interview with the editor Did an interview in person so we don't need to talk on a cellular This shit is bigger than me, don't prosecute
you hear this wasted cry, Life is over you (Mummy come back 'cause the water's all gone) But you've seen who's in heaven. Is there anyone in hell (Mummy
from discontentment Are you shutting off from the outside world To reflect on your mind shallow gutter? For this is your empire, this is your intrigue
battles The fact is I would rather sit back and bomb some rappers So this is like a full blown attack I'm launchin' At them, the track is on some Battlin
: As this wheel goes 'round and I search to find my way Struggle just to hold on through an ordinary day I do believe I'm slipping away But I shall
THEN I'LL COME OVER AND FIGHT HIM!\" pshhh, let go.. why you try to keep her in a neck hold? when every question she asks is answered with a HELL NO!
Thrown into this living hell. I was thrown into this living hell. I am the hatred taken from another's life. Born unwanted, extracted of all that is
: One life, one hope - this is our life in hell punished for telling the truth, for unwanted ideals. Innocence means nothing here - we stand and fall