featuring Yaki Kadafi
(2pac talking)
Heavenly Father
heal a nigga down here
who do you believe in who do you believe in

2pac
I see mothers in black crying
Brothers in packs dying
Plus everybodies high
Too doped up to ask whyW
atching our on downfall
Witness the end, It's like we don't believe in Go
dCuz we living in sin
I asked my homie on the block
Why he strapped he laughed
pointed his pistol as the cop car passed and blasted
It's just another murder
Nobody mourns no more
My tear drops getting bigger
but can't figure what I'm crying for
Is it the miniature caskets, little babies
Victims of a stray from drug dealers gone crazy
Maybe its just the drugs
Visions of how the block was
Crack came and it was strange how it rocked us
Perhaps the underlying fact saty high
Explain genocide
Its when we ride on our own kind
What is it we all fear, reflections in the mirror
We can't escape fateThe end is getting nearer

[Chorus](Repeat 2x)[Tupac]
Who do you believe in?
I put my faith in god, blessed but still breathing
And even though it's hard
that's who I believe in, before I'm leaving
The mask and the grieving
Who do you believe in?

[Tupac]
Can't close my eyez 'cause all I see is terror
I hate the man in the mirror
'cause his perfection makes the pain turn realer
Times of armageddon, murder in mass amounts
In this society where only getting the cash counts
I started out as a beginner
Entered the criminal lifestyle became a sinner
I make my money and vacate, evade prison
Went from the chosen one to outcast, unforgiven
And all the hennesey and weed can't hide
The pain I feel inside
You know its like I'm living just to die
I fall on my knees and beg for mercy
Not knowing if I'm worthy
Living life thinking no man can hurt me
So I'm asking before I lay me down to sleep
Before you judge me, look at all the shit you did to me
My misery, I rose up from the slums
Made it out the flamesIn my search for fame will I change?
And I'm asking

[Chorus]
[Khadafi]
Faith in Allah, believe in me and its plastic
'cause so far I done witnessed to many dead niggaz in caskets
With they chest plates stretched like elastic
And what's worse I'm on front line
Holding down, camps still mashing
Heard my cousin one of the old heads from the block
Just came home October of 95
Back in Yardsville, stuck with a three to five
if he don't act up, now he realize
If you don't stay wise, then in this game you fucked
Talk to my baby girl
Give me the word on what she heard
One of the grimmies is snitching
Deamond a stool pigeon
I taked to him, he said he didn't
My man said he did, in fact he sure
'cause he just came home off bail

Writer : KAY, JASON/SMITH, TOBY/SHAKUR, TUPAC AMARU/FULA, YAFEU A
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing