My Block (Remix) Lyrics by 2Pac

(from the album Better Dayz)

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My Block (Remix) Lyrics

[2Pac]Damn, take a ride, to my blockMy block, that's right! HehF'real on my motherf**king block[Verse One]They got a niggaShedding tears, reminiscing on my past fearsCause shit was hectic for me last yearIt appears that I've been marked for death, my heartless breathThe underlying cause of my arrest, my life is stressedAnd no rest forever weary, my eyes stay tearyfor all the brothers that are buried in the cemeteryShit is scary, how black on black crime legendaryBut at times unnecessary, I'm getting worriedTeardrops and closed caskets, the three strikes law is drasticAnd certain death for us ghetto bastardsWhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fireLife in the pen ain't for me, cause I'd rather dieBut don't cry through your despairI wonder if the Lord still cares, for us niggas on welfareAnd who cares if we surviveThe only time they notice a nigga is when he's clutching on a four-fiveMy neighborhood ain't the sameCause all these little babies going crazy and they suffering in the gameAnd I swear it's like a trapBut I ain't given up on the hood, it's all good when I go backHoes show me love, niggas give me propsForever hop cause it don't stop... on my block[Chorus: a bunch of kids - see the liner notes]Living life is but a dreamHard times is all we see (on my block)Every block is kinda meanBut on our block we still prayBut on our block we still pray[Verse Two]Now shit's constantly hot, on my block, it never fails to be gunshotsCan't explain a mother's pain, when her son dropsBlack male slipping in hail when will we prevailFearing jail but crack sales got me living wellAnd the system's suicidal with this Thug's LifeStaying strapped forever trapped in this drug lifeGod help me, cause I'm starving, can't get a jobSo I resort to violent robberies, my life is hardCan't sleep cause all the dirt make my heart hurtPut in work and shed tears for my dead peersMislead from childhood where I went astrayTill this day I still pray for a better wayCan't help but feel hopeless and heartbrokeFrom the start I felt the racism cause I'm darkCouldn't quit the bullshit make me representHit the bar and played the star, everywhere I wentIn my heart, I felt alone out here on my ownI close my eyes and picture home... on my block[Chorus w/ minor variations][Verse Three]And I can't help but wonder why, so many young kids had to dieCaught strays from AK's and the drivebySwollen pride and homicide, don't coincideBrothers cry for broken lives, mama come insideCause our block is filled with dangerUsed to be a close knit community but now we're all cold strangersTime changes us to stone them crack pipesAll up and down the block exterminating black lifeBut I can't blame the dealersMy mama's welfare check has brought the next man chrome wheelsShit's real, I know ya feel, my tragedyA single mother with a problem child, daddy freeHanging out picking up game, sipping cheap liquorGamin the hoochies hoping I can get to sleep with herIt's a man's world, staying strappedFantasies of a nigga living phat, but held backPipe dreams can make the night seem hopelessWide eyed and losing focus... on my block[Chorus w/ minor variations][Verse Four]And block parties in the projects lasting way past daylightA young nigga learned to break nightUsed to play fight with my homies but they stuck in the penI send them ends, but it's tough on a friend, in my mindI see the same motherf**kers ballingAlcohol will make a lazy nigga slip and fall, miss his callI know the young niggas understand thisGrowing up in this world where everything is scandalousI reminisce on the fast times, past crimesTrying to cop a slice of pizza with my last dimeCan't explain, just what attracts me to this dirty gameGold chains, some extra change, and the street fameAnd what's strange is everybody knows my name, swear they all know meAnd lots of cash make a nigga changeI hit the green just to maintain, feeling painFor all the niggas that I lost to the game... from my block[Chorus w/ minor variations; kids repeat last line over and over][2Pac - speaking over Chorus]Rest in peace to all the motherf**kers who passed awayFrom all the blocks that I'm fromOne-twelve street, 7th Avenue, New York, Uptown, knahmsayin?183rd and Walt, my block, that's right122nd and Morningside, my block, that's rightDecatur Avenue, Baltimore, my block, that's rightIn the jungle of Marin City, that's my block, that's rightLos Angeles, haha, that's my block tooOakland, can't forget Oaktown, that's my block for sureAnd all the other blocks around this motherf**kerHouston, Florida, St. Louis, Tennessee, Miami, ChicagoAll y'all niggas stay kicking up dustRepresent the motherf**king block