I don't know how to change the world but I know if I keep talking about how dirty it is out here, somebody gon clean it up.
Even a genius has his questions.
Hoping they bury me with ammunition, weed, and shells. Just in case.
I'm doing this for the kid who truly leads a 'thug life' and thinks it's HOPELESS.
Can the Lord forgive me? Got the spirit of a thug in me.
There's a machine that I have nothing to do with. It's called the "Tupac Machine."