Dear Lord 2Pac

[Intro]
Ayy, tell them the story how you came up, nigga

[Verse 1]
Born thuggin', heartless and mean-muggin'
At sixteen, on the scene, watchin' fiends buggin'
Kickin' up dust with the older G's
Soakin' up the game that was told to me
I ain't never touched a gat that I couldn't shoot
I learned not to trust the bitch from the prostitutes
Taught lessons, a young nigga askin' questions
While other suckers was guessin', I was gangster sexin'
Elementary wasn't meant for me
Can't regret it, I'm headed for the penitentiary
And cuttin' class, and I'm buckin' blastin', straight mashin'
Mobbin' through the overpass laughin' (Hahaha)
While these other motherfuckers try to figure out
No doubt, they jealous of a nigga's clout
Tell me Lord, can ya feel me?
I keep my finger on the trigger, 'cause some nigga tryna kill me

[Chorus]
(Dear Lord)
I live the life of a thug, hope you understand
Forgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand (Dear Lord)
And my hand's on the sixteen-shot
Semi-automatic, crooked cop killin' Glock (Dear Lord)
I'm on my knees beggin', "Please come and save me
The whole world done made a nigga crazy" (Dear Lord)
God come save the youth
Ain't nuttin' else to do but have faith in you (Dear Lord)