2pac - It Ain't Easy lyrics

I take a shot of Henessey now I'm strong enough to face the madness Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash Phone calls from my n***as on the, other side Two childhood friends just died, I couldn't cry A damn shame, when will we ever change And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brain Arguments with my Boo is true I spend mo' time with my n***as than I do with you But everywhere it's the same thing, that's the game I'll be damned if a thing changed, f** the fame I'll be hustling to make a mill-ion, lord knows Ain't no love for us ghetto children, so we cold Rag top slowing down, time to stop for gas Beep my horn for a hoochie with a proper a**, It ain't easy, that's my motto Drinking Tanqueray straight out the bottle Everybody wanna know if I'm insane My baby mama gotta mind full of silly games And all the drama got me stressing like I'm hopeless, I can't cope Me and the homies smoking roaches, cause we broke Late night hanging out til the sunrise getting high Watching the cops roll by It ain't easy, that's right It ain't easy, being me Will I see the penitentiary, or will I stay free It ain't easy, being me Will I see the penitentiary, or will I stay free It ain't easy, being me Will I see the penitentiary, or will I stay free I can't sleep n***as plotting on to k** me while I'm dreaming Wake up sweaty and screaming, cause I can hear them s**ers scheming Probably paranoid, problem is, them punks be fantasizing A brother bite the bullet, open fire and I died I wonder why this the way it is, even now Looking out for these k**er kids, cause they wild Bill Clinton can you recognize a n***a representing Doing twenty to life in San Quentin Getting calls from my n***a Mike Tyson, ain't nothing nice Yo 'Pac, do something righteous with ya life And even thou you innocent you still a n***a, so they figure Rather have you behind bars than triggers But I'm hold ya down and holla Thug Life, licking shots Til I see my n***as free on the block But no it ain't easy, Til I see my n***as free, on the block, oh It ain't easy It ain't easy, being me Will I see the penitentiary, or will I stay free It ain't easy, being me Will I see the penitentiary, or will I stay free It ain't easy, being me Will I see the penitentiary, or will I stay free Lately been reminiscing Bout Peppermint Schnapps in Junior High hit the block Keep an eye on the cops while D-Boys slang rocks It's the project kid without a conscience, I'm having dreams Of hearing screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers Through the years trying to stack a little green I was only seventeen, when I started serving fiends And I wish there was another way to stack a dollar So my apoli', cause these hard times make me wanna holler Will I live to see tomorrow, am I falling off? I hit the weed and then proceed to say f** all of y'all Ain't nobody down with me I'm thugging, I can't go home 'Cause muh-f**ers think I'm bugging, so now I'm in This high powered cell at the county jail Punk judge got a grudge, can't post no bail, what Do I do in these county blues Getting battered and bruised by the you know who And these fakes get to shaking when they face me Snakes ain't got enough nuts to replace me Sitting in this, living hell, listening to n***as yell Trying to torture em to tell, I'm getting mail But ain't nobody saying much, the same old nuts Is making bucks while these s*uts is getting f**ed They violated my probation, and it seems I'll be going on a long vacation, meanwhile It ain't easy No it ain't easy It ain't easy, being me Will I see the penitentiary, or will I stay free It ain't easy, being me Will I see the penitentiary, or will I stay free