Quote #205
I beg God, to make a way for our ghetto kids to breathe/Show a sign, make us all believe
More from Tupac Shakur
- Our unborn never got to grow, never got to see what's next/In this world full of countless threats
- Plus all my homies wanna die, call it euthanasia/Dear Lord, look how sick this ghetto made us
- In my chest I feel pain comin sudden storms/Life full of rain in this game watch for landstorms
- sincerely yours/I'm a thug, the product of a broken home
- Picture us inside a ghetto heaven, a place to rest/Findin peace through this land of stress
- but then America f**ked up and blamed up/I guess it's cause we black that we targets
- To all my homies never made it home/The dead peers I shed tattoo tears for, when I'm alone
- Down to die, for everything I represent/Meant every word, in my letter to the President