I Don't Have To Talk About Whether

I Feel Close To Marvin Gaye, Vincent Van Gogh, Because Nobody Appreciated His Work Until He Was Dead. Now It's Worth Millions.

God Damn! Drug Dealers Dealin' To The Kiddies, Livin' In The City Ain't No Pity On The Itty-bitty. We Try To Cry, But Still They All Die, I Try To Speak To The Youth, And The Truth Is: They All High.

Tupac The Son Of The Black Panther, And Tupac The Rider. Those Are The Two People Inside Of Me. I Was Raised Off Those Ideals.

Tomorrow I See Change, A Chance To Build A New. Built On Spirit Intent Of Heart, And Ideals Based On Truth.

We Probably In Hell Already, Our Dumb Asses Not Knowing.