Lyrics Letter to the President - 2Pac , Outlawz
Dear
Lord
As
we
down
here,
struggle
for
as
long
as
we
know
In
search
of
a
paradise
to
touch
(my
nigga
Johnny
J)
Dreams
are
dreams,
and
reality
seems
to
be
the
only
place
to
go
The
only
place
for
us
I
know,
try
to
make
the
best
of
bad
situations
Seems
to
be
my
life's
story
Ain't
no
glory
in
pain,
a
soldier's
story
in
vain
And
can't
nobody
live
this
life
for
me
It's
a
ride
y'all,
a
long
hard
ride
Somebody
wake
me
I'm
dreamin,
I
started
as
a
seed
the
semen
Swimmin
upstream,
planted
in
the
womb
while
screamin
On
the
top,
was
my
pops,
my
momma
screamin
stop
From
a
single
drop,
this
is
what
they
got
Not
to
disrespect
my
peoples
but
my
poppa
was
a
loser
Only
plan
he
had
for
momma
was
to
fuck
her
and
abuse
her
Even
as
a
little
seed,
I
could
see
his
plan
for
me
Stranded
on
welfare,
another
broken
family
Now
what
was
I
to
be?
A
product
of
this
heated
passion
Momma
got
pregnant
and
Poppa
got
a
piece
of
ass
Look
how
it
began,
nobody
gave
a
fuck
about
me
Pistol
in
my
hand,
this
cruel
world
can
do
without
me
How
can
I
survive?
Got
me
askin
white
Jesus
"Will
a
nigga
live
or
die?"
cause
the
Lord
can't
see
us
In
the
deep
dark
clouds
of
the
projects,
ain't
no
sunshine
No
sunny
days
and
we
only
play
sometimes
When
everybody's
sleepin
I
open
my
window
jump
to
the
streets
and
get
to
creepin
I
can
live
or
die,
hope
I
get
some
money
'fore
I'm
gone
I'm
only
19,
I'm
tryna
hustle
on
my
own
On
the
spot
where
everybody
and
they
pops
tryna
slang
rocks
I'd
rather
go
to
college,
but
this
is
where
the
game
stops
Don't
get
it
wrong
cause
it's
always
on,
from
dusk
to
dawn
You
can
buy
rocks,
Glocks
or
a
herringbone
You
can
ask
my
man
he's
a
mind
reader,
keep
my
nine
heater
All
the
time
this
is
how
we
grind
Meet
up
at
the
cemetery
then
get
smoked
out,
pass
the
weed
nigga
That
Hennessey'll
keep
me
keyed
nigga
Everywhere
I
go
niggas
holla
at
me,
"Keep
it
real
G"
And
my
reply
til
they
kill
me:
"Act
up
if
you
feel
me!"
I
was
born
not
to
make
it
but
I
did
The
tribulations
of
a
ghetto
kid,
still
I
rise
Still
I
(still
I)
I
rise
(I
rise)
Please
give
me
to
the
sky
(the
sky)
And
if
(and
if)
I
die
(I
die)
I
don't
want
you
to
cry
I
stay
sharp
as
always
Runnin
ya
bricks
with
blitz,
through
ya
project
hallways
Dumpin
crews
like
two's,
nigga
all
day
Secrets
of
war
prepare
me
for
the
worst
A
life
that's
lavish
full
of
cabbage
or
a
life
that's
in
a
hearse
But
now
my
dreams
it
seeems
though,
be
placin
triple
beams
and
things
bro
Diamond
pinkie
ring
got
the
loot
poppin
out
my
jeans
Now
I
plan
to
keep
my
Glock
cocked
If
trouble
was
searchin
for
me
then
why
not?
Show
em
what
I'm
made
of
plus
raised
on,
on
my
block
Chancellor
Ave,
where
many
turn
to
the
street,
thugs
snatchin
bags
We
out
for
power,
makin
cash
it
wasn't
fast
it'll
make
me
mad
I'm
just
like,
pimpin
My
homey
on
the
corner
with
his
gat
tucked,
in
Youngest
they
buckin
somethin
the
life
he
leads
The
life
he
don't
need,
don't
we
all
know
He
tryin
to
rise
up
and
we
just
go
doe,
still
he
rise
Dreams
of
lost
hope
I
hit
the
strip
broke
where
the
fiends
get
coke
And
still
I
rise
now
I
float
cowards
ghost
Whenever
we
come
around,
I'm
runnin
down
Clutchin
a
pound,
live
as
sirens,
duckin
the
sound
I
used
to
hustle
with
my
moms
til
the
sun
came
My
homey
Harm
doin
time
from
this
drug
game
Stolen
cars,
war
scars,
born
a
Outlaw
Behind
bars,
go
to
sleep
just
to
see
the
stars
Freedom
is
ours,
though
we
trapped
on
a
firm
block
Crackheads
only
ten
learn
to
duck
cops
In
'96
my
Glock's
my
plastic,
passion
for
blastin
bastards
No
faces
for
open
caskets,
peelin
ya
cap
backwards
Ya
cowards
ain't
prepared
for
pistol
practice,
I
send
my
missiles
through
your
mattress,
leavin
holes
in
your
body
like
a
cactus
While
me
and
my
crew
be
boppin
more
greens
than
topic
And
loot
to
keep
the
seams
in
my
motherfuckin
jeans
poppin
Leavin
ya
spleen
to
pick
up
Half
of
you
niggas
is
softer
than
a
Snicker
Let's
go
to
war
and
see
who
draw
quicker
And
still
I
rise,
and
still
I
rise...
Still
I
(still
I)
I
rise
(I
rise)
Please
give
me
to
the
sky
(the
sky)
And
if
(and
if)
I
die
(I
die)
I
don't
want
you
to
cry
Still
I
(still
I)
I
rise
(I
rise)
Please
give
me
to
the
sky
(the
sky)
And
if
(and
if)
I
die
(I
die)
I
don't
want
you
to
cry
Y'all
niggas
fake
All
day
everyday
So
now
I
got
roller
blades,
bitch
Thought
you
knew
Your
mouth
is
rich
C'mon
pops,
let's
go.
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