it's been years and we can't turn back But I still remember my happy home, home, home 2Pac: Goin' through hard times, ghetto child of mine I wonder if you have to suffer
shan't be forced I'll break my vow of silence - race towards the holocaust Absence makes the heart grow fonder (where the heart lies - there is home)
ever feel like you've been destined For something bigger than your skin? You are so foolish The dark has been your home If you elope, I'll hunt you down Through suffering
Growing up on the streets of Birmingham Where your home was pouring and your life was damned I was a hungry black boy living with the world on my back
do anything to end your suffering But you would rather walk away Does it make you sad to find yourself alone? Does it make you mad to find that I have grown
then I can't be found Always asked to give me some livin' life like a bum Times is rough, my auntie got enough problems of her own Nigga, you supposed to be grown
you breathe, you leave and return Oh, how we take, how we give, we learn? Taking my time, seeing the signs Letting you guide me home Watching you grow
Paralysis now my only home Spiritual planes do not exist Life in this realm I will resist And break these bonds - These chains that lock my soul Watch my growing
colors Then come to your funeral in two Hummers That's me, Baby Gangsta, spark in the day Come out the funeral home, you get hit at walkin' away I'm in to grow
life is sacrificed to me uniting as one in the invincible legions of satan that i command i grant the demand of immortality to my growing, forever suffering
the armies marching still that were coming home to me? Oh, lady with your legs so fine, oh, stranger at your wheel You are locked into your suffering
suffer when all hope is denied Waged down by sorrow, marked by grief To suffer when all hope is denied Waged down by sorrow, marked by grief A home
Growing up in extreme poverty, and living in a town filled with empty promises, the young boy is filled with scepticism. He battles between right and
Whatcha gonna tell my daughter when my body comes home Whatcha gonna tell her mother, her father was full grown He's been out slaughtering babies in someone
in the Patrapassion edge of the world The hanging god is invaded In heart and soul I suffer you all suffer You suffer all I suffer Suffer suffer suffer suffer
Ain't no color paint gonna cover the stains The pictures on the wall will all remain And even though he's home now sounding safe Surrounded by the faces