Freedom is not given to us by anyone; we have to cultivate it ourselves. It is a daily practice... No one can prevent you from being aware of each step you take or each breath in and breath out.
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Starin' Through My Rearview 2
Chorus:
I grab the mic and try to say yes yall
Starin' at the world through my rearview...
Mmmm...mmmhhh...
2PAC
Nobody thought I'd make it
The world called me loser
Just a high school drop out, young drug abuser
Mama told me they'd be days like this
I never listened
Spent my childhood years in my neighborhood prison
The world don't give a fuck about the kids
I could see from the poverty and the evil shit they did
To my young nation
Participation more hesitation could turn lethal
When ain't no love for a young nigga, he turn evil
And burn people
With no hope it's no peace
'Til all my niggas start regulatin' on your streets
Bustin' the neighborhood scatters, another drug war
They're ain't no truce or negotiatin' with thug lords
Tried conversatin' but he won't listen
He said the world is a livin' hell for Gods children
Picture him still in the pen, doin' life plus two
While I'm starin' at the world through my rearview...
Chorus:
I grab the mic and try to say yes yall
Starin' at the world through my rearview...
Mmmm...mmmhhh...
2PAC
It's clearer now
'Cause I'm newer individual
Not just a small time criminal
Times have changed
Homies died, only lies remained
Massive amounts of narcotics help me hide the pain
Wishin' on a Benz, came up on the Jag
Then gotty out for quiet times, reflect on the past
All my homeboyz that didn't make it
For you I do it
'Member back in the days as young truints
Uhh... tellin' me to beware because you cared
Helped me to be prepared
Cemeteries full of homies no longer here
But what about the babies
Lost and watchin' burglars
Too dumb to be a dealer, too young to be a murderer
I'm beggin' you God
Don't make they're lives through... hard
They're already scarred
Too doped up to see the stars
We livin' to die
Everybody's high plus I'm high too
Starin' at the world through my rearview... uhh...
Chorus:
I grab the mic and try to say yes yall
Starin' at the world through my rearview
Mmmm...mmmhhh...
2PAC
Pictures are plenty
Handlin' the semi
Sippin' Henneey
I hustle for pennies
Know my own fear by many
I watched and took notes as child I strategized
Witnessin' crack dealers and drug killas, beggated lives
Niggas don't know me but they think
That we could be closer than homies nigga you phony so
qiut buyin' drinks
Mind on my money you're funny about my currency
Niggas don't wanna see me... shootin' but they'd bury me
Livin' to tell
Prison is hell for a nigga they're usin' my bail
Built bigger jails for a nigga
Father forgive me 'cause I'm a sinner
Livin' life as a thug while duckin' cops into criminals
Homies is dead and buried past times are gone
You ask why'd you click it?...'cause my mind is gone
So when I die
Then let me watch what we've been through
Starin' at the world through my rearview...
Chorus:
I grab the mic and try to say yes yall
Starin' at the world through my rearview...
Mmmm...mmmhhh...
(Repeats 'til fades gradually)