Who Do You Believe In?

Verse 1 (Tupac)

i see mother's in black cryin
brothers in packs dyin
cause everybody's high
too doped up to ask why
watchin our own downfall, witness the end
it's like we don't believe in God because we livin in sin
i ask my homey on the block why he strapped, he laughed
pointed his pistol as the cop car passed to blast
it's just another murder, nobody mourns no more
my tear drops gittin bigger but can't figure what i'm cryin for
cause in a minute you'll casket little babies
victims of the stray from drug dealers gone crazy
maybe it's just the drugs, visions of how the block was
crack came and it was strange how it rocked us
perhaps the underlying facts, they hide
explain genocide, it's when we ride on our own kind
what is it we all fear, reflections in the mirror
we can't escape fate, the end is gittin nearer

Chorus: 2x
who do you believe in
i put my faith in God
blessed and still grievin
and even though it's hard
that's who i believe in
before i'm leavin
i'm askin and grievin
who do you believe in

i close my eyes cause all i see is terror
i hate the man in the mirror
cause his reflection make the pain turn realer
times of armageddon, murderin mass amounts
in a society where only gettin the cash counts
i started out as a beginner
entered the criminal lifestyle, became a sinner
i make my money and vacate, evading prison
went from the chosen one to outkast unforgiven
and all the henessey and weed can't hide
the pain i feel inside
you know, it's like i'm livin just to die
i fall on my knees and beg for mercy
not knowin if i'm worthy
livin life thinkin no man can hurt me
so i'm askin before i lay me down to sleep
before you judge me look at all the shit you did to me, my misery
i rose up from the slums, made it out the flames
in my search for fame, will i change
and i'm askin

Chorus 2x

Verse 3 (Fatal Hussein)

Faith in Allah, believe in me in these plastics
so far i done witnessed too many dead niggas in caskets
with they chest plates stretched out like elastic
and what's worse, i'm on front line, holdin down camp, still mashin
heard my cousin, one of the old heads from the block
just came home october 95 now back in yardsville stock
with a 3-5 if he don't act up
no he realize, if you don't stay wise
then in this game you fucked
talked to my baby girl, give me the word on what she heard
one of the grimiest, snitchin dimenest stool pidgeons
i talked to him
he said he did my man, said he did in fact
he sure cause he just came home off the bat

(Pac) Now tell me

Chorus throughout


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