So many other things for us to see, Things to be, Our history so full of tragedy and misery.

I'd love to go back to when we played as kids, but things change. And that's the way it is.

After a long day of trying, to make my songs pay, making love all day against the wall in the hallway.

Don't change on me. Don't extort me unless you intend to do it forever.

I know it seems hard sometimes but remember one thing. Through every dark night, there's a bright day after that. So no matter how hard it get, stick your chest out, keep ya head up.... and handle it.

There's a machine that I have nothing to do with. It's called the "Tupac Machine."

I did not wanted to become the victim, so became the bully.