Hold out your hands When your God's not listening The common ground of a modern day escape Is calling for the listening. We're living through your eyes
out your hands When your God's not listening The common ground of a modern day escape Is calling for the listening. We're living through your eyes But
I feel ya (hey) I know how it is (MAMA's JUST A LIL' GIRL) Don't nobody understand I feel ya [Verse 1: Tupac] She was .. Born A heavy set girl
moms Doin five dollars worth to work just to get a dime So pardon my disposition Why should I listen to a system that never listened to me? Picture me
the homies that i once knew ya peeping out the barn with ya closed eyes (Ya peeping out the barn with ya closed eyes hoe) I got a mind killing rage waiting
as I can remeber, the streets have kept me safe And ever since that time in December, the heat's been in my waist I need an extra set of eyes so I keep
: [Chorus:] I'm feelin it fill the glass to the top with Moet Feelin it feel the Lex pushin up on the set I'm feelin it through the high that you get
prison At an early age, already know it's against him So in order for him to survive, one day he must Open up his eyes to the set backs and rise 'Cause
me Pleasure to kill Hear my heartbeat as you see me upon you Tears in your eyes I do not care Listen now to the motor of my chainsaw Open your eyes
ta come back to me, ride around my set for me My lights off that thing 'cause I got that SKS with me !Okay! (!okay!) Listen, all you ballin' niggas betta