Testi Who Do You Believe In - 2Pac, Kadafi

Who Do You Believe In

Heavenly Father\nHear a nigga down here\nBefore I go to sleep\nWho do you believe in?\nWho do you believe in?\nI see mothers in black crying\nBrothers in packs dying\nPlus everybody’s high\nToo doped up to ask why\nWatching our on downfall, witness the end\nIt’s like we don’t believe in God cause we living in sin\nI asked my homie on the block why he strapped\nHe laughed\nPointed his pistol as the cop car passed and blast\nIt’s just another murder\nNobody mourns no more\nMy teardrops getting bigger\nBut can’t figure what I’m crying for\nIs it the miniature caskets?\nLittle babies\nVictims of a stray, from drug dealers gone crazy\nMaybe its just the drugs\nVisions of how the block was\nCrack came and it was strange how it rocked us\nPerhaps the underlying facts they hide\nExplain genocide\nIt’s when we ride on our own kind\nWhat is it we all fear?\nReflections in the mirror\nWe can’t escape fate\nThe end is getting nearer\nWho do you believe in?\nI put my faith in God\nBlessed and still breathing\nAnd even though it’s hard\nThat’s who I believe in\nBefore I’m leaving\nI’m asking the grieving\nWho do you believe in?\nCan’t close my eyes cause all I see is terror\nI hate the man in the mirror\nCause his reflection makes the pain turn realer\nTimes of Armageddon\nMurder in mass amounts\nIn this society where only getting the cash counts\nI started out as a beginner\nEntered the criminal lifestyle became a sinner\nI make my money and vacate, evade prison\nWent from the chosen one to outcast, unforgiven\nAnd all the Hennessey and weed, can’t hide\nThe pain I feel inside\nYou know\nIt’s like I’m living just to die\nI fall on my knees and beg for mercy\nNot knowing if I’m worthy\nLiving life thinking no man can hurt me\nSo I’m asking\nBefore I lay me down to sleep\nBefore you judge me, look at all the shit you did to me\nMy misery\nI rose up from the slums\nMade it out the flames\nIn my search for fame\nWill I change?\nAnd I’m asking\nFaith in Allah, believe in me, and it’s plastic\nCause so far I done witnessed to many dead niggas in caskets\nWith they chest plates stretched like elastic\nAnd what’s worse I’m on front line\nHolding down camp still mashing\nHeard my cousin\nOne of the old heads from the block\nJust came home October of 95\nBack in Yardville stuck with a three to five\nIf he don’t act up\nNow he realize\nIf you don’t stay wise\nThen in this game you fucked\nTalk to my baby girl\nGive me the word on what she heard\nOne of the grimmies is snitching\nDiming, a stool pigeon\nI talked to him\nHe said he didn’t\nMy man said he did, in fact he sure\nCause he just came home off a bid\nWho do you believe in?\nIs it Buddah, Jehova\nOr Jah? Or Allah?\nIs it Jesus? Is it God?\nOr is just yourself?\nDefinitely, not to be imposed\nEven a demon\nCause this is the joy of the movement\nMen, to believe in yourselves\nBut for sure, the higher power\nResides only to ride through the heart of the true\nFrom the soul, of the man\nFor truth never has an alibi\nIn the poetry or in this round\nThat’s what pulls our words together\nJust to understand\nThat every man is his own man\nAnd only man can satisfy the man\nOnly the soul of the man\nThe feelings of the man\nThe for realness of the man\nYou can’t shake the man when you feel the man\nYou know the man\nAnd you gotta call yourself because you are that man\nTupac over Female Singing\nWho do you believe in? (I put my faith in God)\nPut my faith in God, and\nBlessed and still breathing\nEven though it’s hard (who do you believe in?)\nThat’s who I believe in (even though it’s hard)\nBefore I’m leaving\nI’m asking the grieving (who do you believe in?)\nWho do you believe in?\nWho do you? (blessed and still breathing)\nOh, blessed (before I’m leaving, I’m asking the grieving)\nOh, blessed (who do you believe in?)