2pac - 3 Messages lyrics

rate me

I see mothers in black cryin, brothers in packs dyin

Plus everybody's high, too doped up to ask why

Watchin our own downfall, witness the end

It's like we don't believe in God cause we livin in sin

I asked my homie on the block why he strapped, he laughed

Pointed his pistol as the cop car passed and blast

It's just another murder, nobody mourns no more

My tear drops gettin bigger but can't figure what I'm cryin for

Is it the miniature caskets, little babies

Victims of a stray, from drug dealers gone crazy

Maybe it's just the drugs, visions of how the block was

Crack came and it was strange how it rocked us

Perhaps the underlyin fact they hide explain genocide

It's when we ride on our own kind

What is it we all fear, reflections in the mirror

We can't escape fate, the end is gettin nearer

Imagine smoking weed in the streets without cops harassing

Imagine going to court with no trial

Lifestyle cruising blue behind my waters

No welfare supporters more conscious of the way we raise our daughters

Days are shorter, nights are colder

Feeling like life is over, these snakes strike like a cobra

The world's hot my son got knocked evidentaly

It's elementary, they want us all gone eventually

Trooping out of state for a plate knowledge

Of coke was cooked without the garbage we'd all have the top dollars

Imagine everybody flashing, fashion

Designer clothes, lacing your click up with diamond vogues

Your people holding dough, no parole

No rubbers, go in raw imagine law with no undercovers

Just some thoughts for the mind

I take a glimpse into time

Watch the blimp read "The World Is Mine"

They say why don't we increase the peace

The only peace increased is that which deletes your peeps

Cause niggaz run mouths but they don't run streets

Till that 4 5 will cease the speech

Yeah it's a shame how the beef'll creep

Could've reached the peep, now you're left with a horrible leak

I'm tryin to be as bleak with my speech as possible

Just in case a nigga tryin to throw me an obstacle

Nigga, I'm not boxin you, I'm hospitable

I put you in a hospital, that's how I get at you

Let the doc op on you, he don't rid you?

You back on the streets? I send another hit at you

This is not a hypocritical issue

I will critical condition your tissue

Give a fuck if all ten of them with you

I throw an extra ten of them missiles

Turn gangstas into gentlemen vicko

And ever since Eminem dissed you

I swear I see the women and bitch in you

All this bickering back and forth over who signs who

Curtis, pull your skirt up, nigga, you got murdered

Now take it like a man and shake it off. Damn

And quit tellin all these magazines your plans

How you gone slap up my mans, you're ficticious

Nigga, we send Stan to come murder your bitches