lost my time Now I'm just static in your eyes Too many crowded in my view And I always knew I'm wrong this time Always just static in your eyes In your eyes
your eyes, hear the ballad of a dead soldier [Chorus: singing + 2Pac] Thug for Life I will be.. (this is the ballad of a dead soldier) A life of crime
[Tupac] That's right nigga you gotta get your papers in this motherfucker I ain't mad at ya at all (damn) Aiyyo, what the fuck you wanna be when you
Pac] Goin through hard times, ghetto child of mine I wonder if you have to suffer for your father's crimes To be honest it's a hard road Just keep your
gettin' It's a blessing in disguise When you find out your pregnant No money, no home And even though you all alone You'se got to do this on your
a block party, beggin for drama While unleashin on the old timers, that's on my mama I would trade my life for yours, behind closed doors the only girl
is stressed And no rest, forever weary My eyes stay teary for all the brothers that are buried in the cemetery Shit is scary, how black on black crime
on some other shit, run up on your mother shit Hockey mask, black tape, tapin up your baby brother shit Two guns, one in your face, one in my waist Empty
So she strike that Niggaz like mac Rock mercedez benz toe bustas And I only shop at them military Stores cousin Solja rag on my eyes till I die Nigga
to stack chips I only smack dicks if they act slick And only jack whips if they model flag-shifts The type to flow and strike your soul Blindfolds and
crime, but it just didn't work for me Matter of fact it did it worse for me Gettin eyes scarred, bein weak one time ya hard It can only do hurt to me
end of the world and your fault waiting for someone to open the gate clean slate greens on your plate and still have no control over your fate you masturbate
Watch his soul escape out his eyes while the spy rocks Never saw it comin like I run into your crime spot Direct reportin live from the block where crime
sun Turn your eyes towards the light Steal away in silent flight The skies are calling out to you and me Over sea and over land God protect us with your
Gotta survive in this life, only God in our minds In this country that was built through crime, stay on your grind Till it's your time to shine, put it
, without the filthy My players skillt me, your glares don't tilt me My pops def' built to the point I'm not moved by no thing Man or material, crime
only takes a few words... Oh my how it hurts..! Look into the eyes of the next generation... Look into the eyes of the next generation... Your orders
not done with you Unless you obey by the rules that they all play Judgement for your lies judgement for your crimes But realize that you are judged for your
