2pac - Words 2 My First Born (Things Are Changing) lyrics

[Intro: 2Pac] Yeah these are my words to my firstborn, you know what time it is, these are My words to my firstborn, nothin' left to hear [Verse 1: 2Pac] Now, can you picture, young n***as in a rush to grow Till hard timers in the pen, had to crush his throat Probably never even saw it comin' - too busy bullsh**tin' Caught him with his mouth runnin'; ain't this a b**h They got me twisted in this game The Feds and the punk Po-lice pointin' pistols at my brain I wonder if I'm wrong cause I'm thugged out My homies murdered execution style runnin' in the drug house What was supposed to be a easy hit - now sh** is flipped Cause n***as died over bullsh** - it's not my dream I'm seein' pictures of a broken man, no witnesses Only the questions of who smoked the man, young adolescents In our prime live a life of crime, though it ain't logical We hobble through these tryin' times, livin' blind Lord help me with my troubled soul Why all my homiez had to die before they got to grow And right before I put my head on the pillow, say a prayer one love To the thugs in heaven I'll see you there It's written for the young and dumb that wasn't warned Help you make it through the storm My words to my firstborn, feel me [2Pac] My words to my firstborn My words to my firstborn [Verse 2: 2Pac] Since my very first day on this earth, I was cursed So I knew, that the birth of a child would make my life worse And though it hurt me there was no distortion Cause wild seeds can't grow, we need more abortions Quiet your soul, cause you know what you had to do And so did victims of a world they never came to I understand it's a better day comin' Sometimes cats be sleepin' on the dead end Drivin' with the car runnin' blinded Ain't no love in the hood only hearts torn Love letters to the innocent and unborn All the babies that died up on the table Wasn't able to breathe, cause the family wasn't able Can't - blame her I would do the same All I could give it was my debt and my last name Cause in the game things change livin' up and down This hard life got me walkin' with my head down Flashin' frowns wasn't meant to be, was I wrong? But I'll never get to know, so I carry on It's written for the young and dumb that wasn't born My words to my firstborn Feel me [Skit: 2Pac] My words to my firstborn My n***as Nutt-So up in this b**h These are the words to my firstborn Hey n***a talk to your born, talk to your seeds [Verse 3: Nutt-So] I'm just another thug n***a trapped up in this ghetto life An endless hustle, strugglin' tryin' to settle right And doin' dirt ain't savin' me But the streets is the only thing payin' me, feel me Runnin' with G's, Stackin' G's, Packin' heat Mob life 'til these mothaf**as wack me Stackin' greenary, thuggin' 'til I die Pickin' up so much J, I'm gettin' high Got the feds on me, and they label me a bad [?] Thinkin' I'm the reason why this n***a got his head to On the run, now daddy got to pack a gun Cause these n***as wanna make you the last one About these riches These jealous b**hes [?] sellin' through Welcome to life, and if I die Remember that it is all love when I'm by your side Every night, don't be a loser Choose your dreams through your things Cause solo to the ho ho will twitch you up like shoe strings Open your eyes, don't let these haters get you Roll up and diss you My words to my firstborn [Outro: 2Pac] Words to my mothaf**in' seeds, you feel me n***a don't know what's goin' to happen until tomorrow and the next day Your f**in' [?] can be gone tomorrow I done seen it happen, motherf**er get two bullets to his head, he no longer exists, that's what I'm talkin' about What you gon' tell your kids n***a? Who was you? What was you doin? How did you put it down? These my words to my motherf**in' first born So they can know, y'knahmean? Hehehe Ain't nuttin' but a motherf**in' rider, Westside 'til I die That's all it was, it's a crooked-a** hand they deal a motherf**er I just played to win, just played to win Motherf**er gotta bet agains' the odds, y'knahmean? Rollin' with mothaf**in' dice Sometimes you get 7 or 11, sometimes you leave the crap out That's all the chance a motherf**er can take when you're rider though Cause these are my words to my mothaf**in' firstborn Me and my n***a Nutt-So, represtentin' the thugs, all over this mothaf**a, worlwide You know what time it is All the abortion clinics, all the baby's that died in miscarriage, you know what time it is We out this b**h