Monday, 7 July 2014

Lyrics of the day

TITLE: LETTER TO MY UNBORN CHILD
ARTISTE: 2PAC

Now since my birth, I’ve been cursed since I’m born to be wild
In case I never get to holla at my unborn child
Many things learned in prison, blessed and still living
Trying to earn every penny that I’m getting and reminiscing
To the beginning of my mission
When I was conceived and came to be in this position
My momma was a panther loud, single parent but she proud
When she witnessed baby boy rip a crowd
To school, but I dropped out and left the house
Cause my mama say I’m good for nothing so I’m out
Since I only got one life to live, God forgive me for my sins
Let me make it and I’ll never steal again, or deal again
My only friend is my misery
Wanting revenge for the agony they did to me
See my life ain’t promised but it’ll sure get better
Hope you understand my love letter, to my unborn child

Chorus: I’m writing you a letter
This is to my unborn child
Wanna let you know I love you
Love you, if you didn’t know why I feel this way
How, I think about you every day
I have so much to say

Seems so complicated to escape fate
And you can never understand till we trade places
Tell the world I feel guilty to being anxious
Ain’t no way in hell, that I could ever be a rapist
It’s hard to face this cold world on a good day
When will they let the little kids in the hood play
I got shot five times but I’m still breathing
Living proof there’s a God if you need a reason
Can I believe in my own fate
Will I raise my kids in the right or the wrong way
Dear mama I’m a man now
I wanna make it on my own not a handout
Make way for a whirlwind prophesized
I wanna go in peace when I gotta die
On these cold streets ain’t no love, no mercy and no friends
In case you never see my face again
To my unborn child

Chorus

Dear Lord can you hear me? Tell me what to say
To my unborn seed in case I pass away
Will my child get to feel love
Or are we all just cursed to be street thugs?
Cause being black hurts
And even worse if you speak first
Living my life as an outlaw, what could be worse?
Cause maybe if I tried to change
Who I’m kiddin, I’m a thug till I die
Am  a rider mayne
Touch bases, eat lunch at plush places
Regular criminal oasis awaits us
If there’s a ghetto for true thugs, I’ll see you there
And I’m sorry for not being there
Just know your daddy was a soldier, me against the world
Bless the boys, and all my little girls
To the Lord I’m eternal, resting in peace
Please take care of all my seeds, to my unborn child

Chorus

15 comments:

  1. In D'banj's voice* FINALLY Amaka maxy babes!. I know few of 2pac's song and you just gotta feel the flow not this bullcrap you hear today. He lives on!
    www.tosyne101.wordpress.com

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    1. Whoot Whoot I got a new nickname. The bullshit they make now in the name of music ehn!
      I love rap too jare

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  2. Uhhh..Amaka...I love this song...I mean we live in an era when we write notes to our version...Thanks alot for this...

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    1. terrible typo'...sorry mami..

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    2. Yayyyyyyyyyyyy am happy you like it

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  3. Amaka oya chop kiss for this lyrics :* :* :*



    This song is timeless.



    @iMannie_

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  4. wow. wonderful
    www.dammyrouge.com

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  5. Was a great one. Lovely song, the lyrics speaks a lot but was a pity he didn't last to bring forth that child.

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    1. Yeah too bad he didn't sire any kid

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  6. RIP Tupac - You were a legend and you will always be remembered!

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  7. Amaka's posts were perfect today. Yeaaa! Ikd







    @iMannie_

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