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    2PAC

    Still I Rise 1999 ©

    Still I Rise

    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 you all, a long hard ride


    Somebody wake me I'm dreaming, I started as a seed the semen
    Swimming upstream, planted in the womb while screaming
    on the top, was my pops, my momma screaming 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 asking 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 sleeping
    I open my window jump to the streets and get to creeping
    I can live or die, hope I get some money 'fore I'm gone
    I'm only 19, I'm trying to hustle on my own
    on the spot where everybody and they pops trying to 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 heated 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 niggaz holla at me, "Keep it real G"
    And my reply till 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
    Running ya bricks with blitz, through ya project hallways
    Dumping 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 placing 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 snatching bags
    We out for power, making cash it wasn't fast it'll make me mad
    I'm just like, pimping
    My homey on the corner with his gat tucked, in
    Youngest they bucking somethin the life he leads
    the life he don't need, don't we all know
    He trying 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 running down
    clutching a pound, live as sirens, ducking the sound
    I used to hustle with my moms till the sun came
    My homey Harm doing 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 ninety-six my glock's my plastic, passion for blasting bastards
    No faces for open caskets, peeling ya cap backwards
    Ya cowards ain't prepared for pistol practice
    I send my missiles through your mattress
    Leaving 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 motherfucking jeans poppin
    Leaving ya spleen to pick up
    Half of you niggaz 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


    You all niggaz fake
    All day everyday
    So now I got roller blades, bitch
    Thought you knew
    Your mouth is rich
    C'mon pops, let's go..

    1999 ©




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