Now The Baby's In The Trash Heap

Picture Me Inside The Misery Of Poverty, No Man Alive Has Ever Witnessed Struggles Ive Survived, Praying Hard For Better Days Promised To Hold On Me And My Dogs Aint Have A Choice But To Hold On.

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.

I Am Society’s Child. This Is How They Made Me And Now I’m Sayin’ What’s On My Mind And They Don’t Want That. This Is What You Made Me, America.

And Everyday I Read The Paper, There's Another Lie. They Show My Picture For The Crimes Of Another Guy.

I Didn't Create Thug Life, I Diagnosed It