Play the game, never let the game play you.
Long live the rose that grew from the concrete when no one else ever cared!
It's a constant man-ego-check going on in the streets, in this world.
No longer living in fear, my pistol close in hand, Convinced this is my year.
Oh Lord, help me change my ways, Show a litlle mercy on judgement day, It aint me I was raised this way, Never let em' play me for a busta, Makin' hell for a huslter.
Now ain nobody tell us it would be fair no love for my father cause the coward wasn't their" {Tu Pac Shukur}