They wanna censor me, they ratha see me in a cell, livin' in hell, with only a few of us to live to tell.

All I'm trying to do is survive and make good out of the dirty, nasty, unbelievable lifestyle that they gave me.

I feel that what was done in the dark will come to light. There are secrets everybody's gonna find out about.

I turn to a life of crime cause I came from a broken family.

I struggle to be rugged and raw dude, trying to survive in the trials and lawsuits, Everybody wants to test me, WHY ME?

A lot of people, black, white, mexican, young or old, fat or skinny have a problem being true to they self. They have a problem looking in the mirror and looking directly into their own souls. Only reason I am who I am today is because I can look directly into my face and find my soul

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