My Words To My Firstborn

Yeah these are my words to my firstborn, you know what time it is,

these are

my words to my firstborn, nothing left to hear

(Tupac)

Can you picture

young niggas in the a rush to grow

the hard times in the pen

had to crush his throat

probaly never even saw it coming

to busy bullshitting

caught him with his mouth runnin

ain't that a bitch

they got me twisted in this game

the fedz, and the po police pointing pistols at my brain

I wonder if I'm wrong

cause I'm thugged out

my homies murdered execution style

runnin in the drug house

what was suppose to be a easy hit

now shit is flipped

cause niggas died over bullshit

It's not my dream

seeing pictures of a broken man

no witnesses

only the question of a smoked man

young addalicent in the prime live the life of crime

but what ain't logical

we hobble through these trying times

living blind

Lord help me with my troubled soul

why all my homiez had to die before they got to grow

and right before I put my head on the pillow

I saw a prayer

one love to the thug's in heaven

I'll see you there

It's written for the young and dumb that wasn't born

help me make it threw the storm

the words to my first born feel me

My words to my firstborn

my words to my first born

(Tupac)

Since my very first day on this earth

I was cursed

so I knew the birth of a child would make my life worst

though it hurst me

there was no remorse

cause wild seeds can't grow

watch your soul

cause you know what you had to do

so the victims of the world came to

I understand there is a better day coming

sometimes catching you sleeping on the dead end

driving with the car running blinded

ain't no love in the hood

only hearts torn

love letters to the unsitting unborn

all the babies that died up on the table

wasn't able to breathe

cause the family wasn't able

can't blaim I would do the same

all I could give it was my depth and my last name

cause in the game things change living up and down

this hard life got me walking with my head down

flashing frowns wasn't meant to be

was I wrong

but i'll never get to know

so I carry on

It's written for the young and dumb that wasn't born

my words to my firstborn, feel me

my words to my first born

my niggas Nutso up in this bitch

these are my words to my firstborn

(Nutso)

I'm just another thug nigga trapped in this ghetto life

an endless hustla

struggling trying to settle right

and doing dirt ain't saving me

but the streets is the only thing paying me, feel me

running with G's

stacking G's

packing E's

mobb life to these mothafuckas wack me

stacking greenary

thugging to I die

picking up so much J

I'm getting high

got the fedz on me

and they label me a bad grip

thinking I'm the reason why this nigga got his head through

on the run

now daddy got to pack a gun

cause these niggas want me to make you the last one

about these riches

these jealous bitches are going to sell through

welcome to life

and if I die

remember that it is all love when I'm by your side

every night

don't be a loser

choose your dreams through your things

cause solo to the ho ho will twitch you up

like shoe strings

open your eyes

don't let these haters get you

roll up and diss you

my words to my firstborn

(Tupac)

words to my mothafuckn seeds, you feel me, nigga doesn't know what's

going to

happen until tomorrow and the next day, your fuckn baby can be gone

tomorrow,

I already seen it happen, mothafucka got two bullets to his head, he

no longer

exists, that's what I'm talking about, what you going to tell your

kids nigga,

who was you, what was you doing, how did you put it down, these are my

words

to my mothafuckn firstborn, see now you know, know what I mean, ain't

nothing

but a mothafuckn rider, westside till I die, that's all it was, these

crooked

ass dealing hand mothafucka, just played to win, mothafucka got a bet

against

the odds, know what I mean, rolling those mothafuckn dice, sometimes

you get 7

or 11, sometimes we crap out, thats a chance a mothafucka takes, cause

these

are my words to my mothafuckn firstborn, me and my nigga Nutso,

represtenting

the thugs, all over this mothafucka, worlwide, you know what time it

is, all

the abortion clinics, all the baby's that died in miscarriage, you

know what

time it is, we out this bitch