Staring Through My Rearview by 2pac
Starin' at the world through my rearview
Just looking back at the world
From another level you know what I mean?
Starin'
Multiple gunshots fill the block, the fun stops
Niggaz is callin' cops, people shot, nobody stop
I wonder when the world stopped carin' last night
Two kids shot while the whole block staring
I will never understand this society
First they try to murder me, then they lie to me
Product of a dying breed, all my homies trying weed
Now the little baby's crazed raised off Hennessey
Tell me will my enemies flee when they see me
Believe me even thugs gotta learn to take it easy, listen
Through the intermissions search your heart for a plan
And we turnin' Bad Boys to grown men, it's on again
I give a holla to my niggaz in the darkest corners
Roll a perfect blunt, and let me spark it for ya
One love from a thug nigga rollin' with a posse
Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend
I'm seein' nuttin' but my dreams comin' true
While I'm starin' at the world through my rearview, see
I'm seein' nuttin' but my dreams comin' true
While I'm starin' at the world through my rearview
They got me starin' at the world through my rearview
Go on baby, scream to God, He can't hear you
I can feel your heart beatin fast 'cause it's time to die
We gettin' high, watchin' time fly and all my motherfuckers
They got me starin' at the world through my rearview
Go on baby, scream to God, He can't hear you
I can feel your heart beatin fast 'cause it's time to die
We gettin' high, watchin' time fly and all my motherfuckers
Now you see him, now you don't
Some niggaz be here for the moment
And then they gone, what happened to em?
Well, let's see, it seems to be a mystery
But all I know I never let the money get to me
Stay down like the truest thug life
Until I check out this bitch, I thought you knew this
Who is gonna catch me when I fall or even care to
While you thinkin' I see you lost up in my rearview
Half you is down with them Outlawz
Outcast, left far, I'm through like southpaws
But still we keep mashin' 'til our dreams come through
Starin' at the world through my rearview
Now I was raised as a young black male
In order to get paid, forced to make crack sales
Caught a nigga so they send me to these over packed jails
In the cell, countin' days in this livin' black Hell, do you feel me?
Keys to ignition, use at your discretion
Roll with a twelve gauge pump for protection
Niggaz hate me in the section from years of chin checkin'
Turn to Smith and Wesson war weapons
Heavenly Father, I'm a soldier, I'm gettin' hotter
Cause the world's gettin colder, baby let me hold ya
Talk to my guns like they fly bitches
All you bustas best to run look at my bitches
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