Carlos Warlick - I Ain't Mad at Cha (Video Version) lyrics

[Verse 1: 2Pac] Now we was once two brutha's of the same kind Quick to approach a ghetto cutie with the same line You was just a little smaller but you still rolled Got stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swollen Member when you had a jheri curl never quite learn Drinking 90 proof on the roof trippin off sherm Collect calls to the till, sayin' how ya changed Oh you a m**m now, no more dope games I just got the phone call, heard you got bail Wanna go to the Mosque, No time for females I'm losing touch with my homie he's a changed man He hit the pen and now no sinnin' is the game plan When I say I'm living large, all you see is the struggle When I say I'm still thugging, all you see is the trouble Congratulation on the weddin', I hope your wife know She got a playa for life, and everybody miss ya I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember I used to fiend for your sister, but never did get with her And I can see us after school, we'd BOMB On the first playa hatas with the wrong set on Now the whole things changed, ‘cause we don't even kick it Got a big money scheme, and you ain't even with it Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same young brutha that When it's time for war go toe to toe we'll watch a brutha's back I can't even lie, cause I ain't laughin at cha You tryin hard to maintain, but go ahead Cause I ain't mad at cha (Hmm, I ain't mad at cha)) [Hook: Danny Boy] I ain't, mad, at cha I ain't mad at cha I ain't, mad, at cha [Verse 2: 2Pac] We used to be like distant cousins, fightin, playin dozens Whole neighborhood buzzin, knowin, that we wasn't Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs I'm gettin blitzed and I reminisce on all the times we shared Besides bumpin n grindin wasn't nothin on our mind In time we learned to live a life of crime Rewind me back, to a place was much too young to know I caught a felony lovin' the way the guns blow And even though we seperated, you told me you'd wait Don't give nobody my lovin' while I be locked up state I kiss my Mama goodbye, and wipe the tears from her lonely eyes Said I'll return but I gotta fight the fate's arrived Don't shed a tear, cause Mama I ain't happy here I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years They got me goin max, I'm knockin busters on they backs In my cell, thinkin, “Hell, I know one day I'll be back” But as soon as I touch down I told my girl I'll be there, so prepare, to get loved down My homies wanna kick it, but I'm just laughin at cha Y'all play too many games, but I ain't mad at cha [Hook: Danny Boy] I ain't, mad, at cha I ain't mad at cha I ain't, mad, at cha [Verse 3: 2Pac] Father forgive us for livin while all my homies stuck in prison Barely breatin believin that the world is a prison It's like a ghetto we can never leave A broken rose givin bloom to the cracks of the concrete So many other things for us to see Things to be, our history so full of tragedy and misery To all my homies never made it home The dead peers I shed tattooed tears for, when I'm alone Picture us inside a ghetto heaven, a place to rest Findin peace through this land of stress In my chest I feel pain comin sudden storms Life full of rain in this game watch for lead thorns Our unborn never got to grow, never got to see what's next In this world full of countless threats I beg God, to make a way for our ghetto kids to breathe Show a sign, make us all believe Cause I ain't mad at cha [Hook: Danny Boy] I ain't, mad, at cha I ain't mad at cha I ain't, mad, at cha I ain't, mad, at cha I ain't mad at cha I ain't, mad, at cha