Intro (2Pac) And I'm listening about freedom fighters and strugglers, well you gotta understand that when it was in to have a gun and be in the streets, my mother gave that up Chorus I been doin this rap thang. Forreal y'all I sorta can sang. Forreal y'all Forreal all. The world must be against me Because what I hear in this world is that all they wanna see Is a black man fail. His children in jail African american stereotypes don't fit me very well A black man fail. His children in jail African american stereotypes don't ft me very well Verse 1: I don't rep an east or west side Yet outside of my house, I could see a man die They establish lies to keep us as a people from the truth And I ain't talking Black folk, I'm talking 'bout me and all of you The walls they use for people to k** themselves You would've swore he was your brother, but you k**ed him as well You hear the rest as they detest They might as well shutup cuz it don't work, even if they trying they're best It's hurting the rest. What be going down on these streets Those for it explain it's helping us eat Those against say your k**ing out. Spilling our youth With every wicked, silver bullet that you shoot Every person is a daughter or son Brother, sister, cousin, or something that's begun With family. Happily, you're diminishing that With you're buisness and gats Chorus Verse 2: When I see the police, I might duck out Others in my city might pull they trucks out And they uniform us students to show that we ain't different We cry with creativity, but adults just ain't listenin So forget the man who is tryna keep us dumb Cuz we're all the same person in the same country we're from Difference is overrated. Get back to your cubicle little boy So we can invent more ways to keep them folk shooting eachother But truth is, you won't do nothing. Leave it to the big dogs Just leave it to us. You only so we can make more money Diversity makes the big man happy with the little man's world We all gettin along like when we were boys and girls Don't stand for that. come at me boy That's what I thought you nappy boy I'll do my dangerous deeds, you get back to work On some failed systems and plans that don't work Chorus Outro (2Pac) We ain't get any of that history from all of the soldiers that we lost. It's on, just like it was on when we was young, and you wanna say "f** that" just like you said "f** that" back then. And it's not gonna stop until we stop. It's not just white men that's doing this to bring them, and it's not just white men that's keeping us trapped, it's black