I Ain't Mad At Cha
[Last verse.. edited version]
2Pac Shakur

Father forgive us for living
Why are all my homies stuck in prison
Barely breathing, believing that the world is a prison

It's like a ghetto we can never leave
A broken rose giving bloom through the cracks of concrete

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

To all my homies who never made it home
The dead peers I shed tattooed tears for when I'm alone

Picture us inside a ghetto heaven
A place to rest
Finding peace through this land of stress

In my chest I feel pain come in sudden storms
A life full of rain in this game watch for land thorns

Our unborn never got to grow, never got to see what's next
In this world full of countless threats

I beg G-d to make a way for our ghetto kids to breathe
Show a sign make us all believe

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