Dreamer

Father forgive us for livin while all my homies stuck in prison. Barely breatin believin that the world is a prison. It's like a ghetto we can never leave. A broken rose givin bloom to the cracks of the concrete. So many other things for us to see. Things to be, our history so full of tragedy and misery. To all my homies that never made it home. The dead peers I shed tattoo tears for, when I'm alone. Picture us inside a ghetto heaven, a place to rest. Findin peace through this land of stress. In my chest I feel pain comin sudden storms. Life full of rain in this game watch for landstorms. Our unborn never got to grow, never got to see what's next. In this world full of countless threats. I beg God, to make a way for our ghetto kids to breathe. Show a sign, make us all believe. Cause I ain't mad at cha...~2PAc (I Ain't Mad At Cha')

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