Do you see that little boy that grew up wanting to live the American Dream His college scholarships all gone because he became a dope fiend All his life ahead of him with money and cars Now all he can do is shoot up and look at the stars Needles by the bed Blunts on the pillow by his head His one time thing now controls his life Because of his addiction, he lost his song and his wife He strives to stay alive Gettin' mixed up with some bad people and drive by's He's got clothes of every size that he got at the charity house He's got less of a house than a mouse To earn more money he becomes a yay pusher In the game of life he's slowly becoming the loser Pushed to the wrong people and got a stun gun to the chest This time he got lucky and didn't have to be laid to rest He got sentenced for pushing drugs Camera flashin' his mugs Now he's spendin' ten years with rapist, killers, thugs Could've been a baseball player, but now the prison got him cleanin' rugs
"I don't see myself being special; I just see myself having more responsibilities than the next man. People look to me to do things for them, to have answers." - Tupac Shakur
"I don't see myself being special; I just see myself having more responsibilities than the next man. People look to me to do things for them, to have answers." - Tupac Shakur
"I don't see myself being special; I just see myself having more responsibilities than the next man. People look to me to do things for them, to have answers." - Tupac Shakur
"I don't see myself being special; I just see myself having more responsibilities than the next man. People look to me to do things for them, to have answers." - Tupac Shakur