Letter To My Unborn

2Pac

(Intro) 
Hehehe, these are my words to my first born.. 

(Verse 1) 
Can you picture, young niggaz in a rush to grow 
til hard timers in the pen, had to crush his throat Probably never even saw it comin - too busy bull******* 
Caught him with his mouth runnin; ain't this a b**** 
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 shit is flipped 
cause niggaz died over bull**** - 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 homies had to die 'fore 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 first born, feel me 

(Chorus) 
.. My words to my first born 
.. My words to my first born 


(Verse 2) 
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 first born, feel me 

(Chorus) 
.. My words to my first born 
.. Mmm! (Yeah) These are the words to my first born 
.. Hey nigga talk to your born, talk to your seed nigga 


(Verse 3) (Above The Law) 
Two thousand somethin somethin it's a new era 
A nigga's too real, now see s*** too clear 
See there's more than just this scrilla and this tilt 
(What else is it dawg?) 
The velvet and the silk, and makin sure my kittens got they milk 
(Hoo!) Gotta fill this mattress, let my kids know I'm at this 
Attack this, the Mack must roll, hood stroll 
Ain't no question is it? Above the Law hustlers 
If it's related to chips, homey we'll handle ya 
Yo.. 
Although we never take advantage though we always into ery'thang 
By all means, stack green, gangsta lean 
They say money make the world go 'round 
So only 'ssociate yourself with paper chasers 
and niggaz that's truly down - and keep God first 
And give thanks for the good times, as well as when it hurts 
It's player haters every corner you hit 
Touchin their tits, hella thick, tryin to get you for yo' grip 
I know you stressed out and fed up 
But come out, gun-blazin, and keep yo' head up 
You can call it what you want to but it ain't gon' change 
Above the Law, 2Pac, O.G.'s in this rap game 
And we done lived a long hard life 
And we done shed so many tears under these bright lights 
Y'all, although we grew up, corrupted and scorned 
We still got a lot of wisdom, to give to our first born 

(Verse 4)(2Pac) 
What you gon' tell your kids nigga? 
Who was you? What was you doin? How did you put it down? 
These my words to my mother****** first born 
so they can know, y'knahmean? Hehehe 
Ain't nuttin but a mother****** rider, Wessyde 'til I die 
That's all it was, it's a crooked-ass hand they deal a mother****** 
I just played to win, just played to win 
Mother******gotta bet agains the odds..