My Block - 2Pac video free download

Song: My Block

Artist: 2Pac

Album: Better Dayz

Track #: 1

Lyrics:

[2Pac]

Damn, take a ride, to my block

My block, that's right! Heh

F'real on my motherfucking block

[Verse One]

They got a nigga

Shedding tears, reminiscing on my past fears

Cause shit was hectic for me last year

It appears that I've been marked for death, my heartless breath

The underlying cause of my arrest, my life is stressed

And no rest forever weary, my eyes stay teary

for all the brothers that are buried in the cemetery

Shit is scary, how black on black crime legendary

But at times unnecessary, I'm getting worried

Teardrops and closed caskets, the three strikes law is drastic

And certain death for us ghetto bastards

What can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

Life in the pen ain't for me, cause I'd rather die

But don't cry through your despair

I wonder if the Lord still cares, for us niggas on welfare

And who cares if we survive

The only time they notice a nigga is when he's clutching on a four-five

My neighborhood ain't the same

Cause all these little babies going crazy and they suffering in the game

And I swear it's like a trap

But I ain't given up on the hood, it's all good when I go back

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block

[Chorus: a bunch of kids - see the liner notes]

Living life is but a dream

Hard times is all we see (on my block)

Every block is kinda mean

But on our block we still prayyyyyy

But on our block we still prayyyyyy...

[Verse Two]

Now shit's constantly hot, on my block, it never fails to be gunshots

Can't explain a mother's pain, when her son drops

Black male slipping in hail when will we prevail

Fearing jail but crack sales got me living well

And the system's suicidal with this Thug's Life

Staying strapped forever trapped in this drug life

God help me, cause I'm starving, can't get a job

So I resort to violent robberies, my life is hard

Can't sleep cause all the dirt make my heart hurt

Put in work and shed tears for my dead peers

Mislead from childhood where I went astray

Till this day I still pray for a better way

Can't help but feel hopeless and heartbroke

From the start I felt the racism cause I'm dark

Couldn't quit the bullshit make me represent

Hit the bar and played the star, everywhere I went

In my heart, I felt alone out here on my own

I close my eyes and picture home... on my block

[Chorus w/ minor variations]

[Verse Three]

And I can't help but wonder why, so many young kids had to die

Caught strays from AK's and the driveby

Swollen pride and homicide, don't coincide

Brothers cry for broken lives, mama come inside

Cause our block is filled with danger

Used to be a close knit community but now we're all cold strangers

Time changes us to stone them crack pipes

All up and down the block exterminating black life

But I can't blame the dealers

My mama's welfare check has brought the next man chrome wheels

Shit's real, I know ya feel, my tragedy

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Hanging out picking up game, sipping cheap liquor

Gamin the hoochies hoping I can get to sleep with her

It's a man's world, staying strapped

Fantasies of a nigga living phat, but held back

Pipe dreams can make the night seem hopeless

Wide eyed and losing focus... on my block

[Chorus w/ minor variations]

[Verse Four]

And block parties in the projects lasting way past daylight

A young nigga learned to break night

Used to play fight with my homies but they stuck in the pen

I send them ends, but it's tough on a friend, in my mind

I see the same motherfuckers balling

Alcohol will make a lazy nigga slip and fall, miss his call

I know the young niggas understand this

Growing up in this world where everything is scandalous

I reminisce on the fast times, past crimes

Trying to cop a slice of pizza with my last dime

Can't explain, just what attracts me to this dirty game

Gold chains, some extra change, and the street fame

And what's strange is everybody knows my name, swear they all know me

And lots of cash make a nigga change

I hit the green just to maintain, feeling pain

For all the niggas that I lost to the game... from my block

[Chorus w/ minor variations; kids repeat last line over and over]

[2Pac - speaking over Chorus]

Rest in peace to all the motherfuckers who passed away

From all the blocks that I'm from

One-twelve street, 7th Avenue, New York, Uptown, knahmsayin?

183rd and Walt, my block, that's right

122nd and Morningside, my block, that's right

Decatur Avenue, Baltimore, my block, that's right

In the jungle of Marin City, that's my block, that's right

Los Angeles, haha, that's my block too

Oakland, can't forget Oaktown, that's my block for sure

And all the other blocks around this motherfucker

Houston, Florida, St. Louis, Tennessee, Miami, Chicago

All y'all niggas stay kicking up dust

Represent the motherfucking block