“Perhaps I was blind to the facts. Stabbed in the back. I couldn’t trust my own homies, just a buncha dirty rats. Will I succeed? Paranoid from the weed, and hocus-pocus, try to focus but I can’t see. And in my mind I’m a blind man doing time. Look to my future because my past is all behind me. Is it a crime to fight for what is mine? Everybody’s dying, tell me what’s the use in trying? I’ve been trapped since birth. Cautious because I’m cursed, and fanatasies of my family in a hearse. And they say it’s the white man I should fear, but it’s my own kind doing all the killing here. I can’t lie, aint no love for the other side - Jealousy inside makes them wish I died. Oh my Lord, tell me what I’m living for? Everyone’s droppin’, got me knockin on heavens door. And all my memories of seeing brothers bleed…and everybody grieves, but still nobody sees. Recollect your thoughts, don’t get caught up in the mix because the media is full of dirty tricks. Only God can judge me.”
—Tupac Amaru “2Pac” Shakur
