2Pac Grab the Mic song lyrics

I grab the mic and try to say, "Yes y'all!"

Staring at the world through my rearview

I grab the mic and try to say, "Yes y'all!"

Staring at the world through my rearview

Nobody thought I'd make it, the world called me loser

Just a high school drop-out, young drug abuser

Momma told me there'd be days like this, I never listened

Spent my childhood years in my neighborhood prison

The world don't give a fuck about the kids

I could see from the poverty and the evil shit they did

Participation, more hesitation could turn lethal

When it ain't no love for a young nigga, he turn evil

And burn people, with no hope, it's no peace

To all my niggas start regulating on your streets

Busting the neighborhood scatters, another drug war

There ain't no truce or negotiating with thug lords

Tried conversating but he won't listen

He says the world is a living hell for God's children

Picture him still in the pen doing life plus two

While I'm staring at the world through my rear view

It's clearer now, cause I'm a noted individual

Bust 'em to God, not just a small time criminal

Times have changed, homies died, only lies remained

Massive amounts of narcotics helped me hide the pain

Wishing on a Benz, came up on the Jag

Then gotty out for the crime time, reflect on the past

All my home boys that didn't make it, for you I do it

'member back in the days as young truants, uh...

Telling me to beware because you cared

Helped me to be prepared

Cemetery of homies no longer here

But what about the babies? Lost and watching burglars

Too dumb to be a dealer, too young to be murderer

I'm begging you God, don't make their lives too hard

They're already scarred, too doped up to see the stars

We're living to die, everybody's high plus I'm high too

Staring at the world through my rearview

Pictures of plenty, handling semis, sipping Henneey

I hustle for pennies, known by all, feared by many

I watched and took notes as a child, I strategised

Witnessing crack dealings and drug killings that scattered lives

Niggas don't know me but they think

That we can be closer than homies, nigga you phony so quit buying drinks

Mind on my money and funny about my currency

Niggas don't want to see me, shooting but they ain't worry me

Living to tell, prison is hell for a nigga

They're using my bail, build bigger jails for a nigga

Father, I'm feeling tired, forgive cause I'm a sinner

Living life as a thug, while ducking cops and the criminals

Homies and dead and buried, past times is gone

You ask why I drink liquor? Cause my mind is gone

And if I die, then let me watch what we've been through

Staring at the world through my rearview