2 PAC - Still I Rise lyrics

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