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

Will my enimies flee when they see me? Belive me, even thugz gotta learn to take it easy!

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.

I'm used on every level. I have no friends. I have no resting place. I never sleep. I can never close my eyes. It's horrible.

I can't give up. It's a rap thang. And I ain't goin back to the crack game.

Will I, succeed, paranoid from the weed and hocus pocus, try to focus but I can't see.

All good niggers, all the niggers who change the world, die in violence. They don't die in regular ways.