Tupacsum Ipsum Though I walk through the valley of death. Cause ain't nuttin worse than when your son. There are no words that can express how I feel. Paintin a picture of my enemies killin me, in my sleep.
And there's no way I can pay you back. Paintin a picture of my enemies killin me, in my sleep. Now ain't nobody tell us it was fair.
I know my destiny is Hell, where did I fail?. I wonder why we take from our women. And now my son's getten older and older and cold. And I appreciate, how you raised me.
And I ain't tryin to gas ya up, I just call em how I see em. It's hard to be legit and still pay tha rent. No money no babysitter, she couldn't keep a job. Well let me show ya how it affects the whole community. And even though you're fed up.
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