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I Tried

2pac

Got me thinking about better days.

Time to question our lifestyle, look how we live.
Smokin' weed like it ain't no thang,
so even kids wanna try now,
They lie down and get ran through.

Nobody watched 'em clockin the evil man do,
Faced with the demons,
addicted to hearin victims screamin,
Guess we was evil since birth,
product of cursed semens.

Cause even our birthdays is cursed days,
A born thug in the first place, The worst ways.
I'd love to see the block in peace,
with no more dealers and crooked cops,
the only way to stop the beast.

And only we can change,
It's up to us to clean up the streets,
It ain't the same.
Too many murders,
too many funerals and too many tears
Just seen another brother buried,
plus I knew him for Years.

Passed by his family, but what could I say?
Keep Yo' head up and try to keep the faith
Try To Keep The Faith.

Who would've guessed that in my future years,
I'd be stressin, Some say the ghetto's a sick and corrupted,
Plus my P.O. won't let me hang with the brother I grew up with.

Try to keep my head up and stay strong.
All my homies slangin Ilello all day long,
But they wrong, So I'm solo and so broke.
Savin up for some Jordan's cause they Dope.

I got a girl and I love ger but she broke too,
And so am I. I Can't take her to places she wanna go to.
So we argue and play fight, all day and night.
Makin passionate love 'til the daylight.

Plus we about to get evicted, can't pay the rent.
Guess it's time to see who really is yo' friend.
Tell me you pregnant and I'm amazed,
So many blessings while we stressin.

But what can I say, Keep yo' head up and
Try to keep the faith,
Try to keep the faith,
Try to keep the faith.

Square fools, Since back in high school,
we was true, me and you hardly parted or separeted,
we stayed faded.
Affiliated with gangbanger and still made it.

Up in the gym, mess with me, gotta mess with him.
Still dressin like grown men when rollin.
I went to dark, smoking Newports, gamin marks.
Got a place in my heart, homie stay smart.

Locked you up in the pen,
and gave you three to ten.
I send you letters with naked flicks of old friends.
Hopin you well, I know it's hell doin time in the cells,
You need mail, when you in jail.

And me I'm doin cool.
I Settled down, had a family,
workin in night school.
Every once in a while,
I reminisce and wonder how we ever came to this






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