Po Nigga Blues
(Chorus: 2Pac)
Why do you sell crack? Because I need
Why do you sell crack? Because I need
Why do you sell crack? Because I need
The black man needs to pay the rent
[2Pac]
Crazy, I gotta work with what you gave me
You call me a bad guy but it was you who made me a villain
Me trapped in this slavery
Now I'm stuck in this offering, going to my grave
I said to Sam that he could say fuck the war
And have your mouth blown off by saying fuck the law
If you do not know why I'm crazy, go back in time
What does a black have to do to gain respect?
Sometimes I think I'm being tested
And if I say no, more a black jail
That's why I keep testing
Always with my vest in case of police officers to get on my feet
I give my rolés out there, ready to light a joint
But since my life is shit, some say I'm half crazy
Pow Pow is the sound I make when I walk out there
Other crazy when watching a sucker shoots, huh
They have the black one killer here, before I was a drug dealer
but they want to see who is more true
Now the same motherfuckers want to kill me
And I wonder if the Lord is listening
I need supplies, so do what I do
And do not talk shit to be in my place
There was no other destiny to choose
I have nothing left, so I'm singing the blues of black
[Chorus: 2Pac]
[Verse 2: 2Pac]
My dad needs new shoes, but what can I do?
My little boy needs to eat
Why do I need to steal my man
to live as well as the Rockefeller?
And have you ever stopped to think
I am old enough to go to war, but not to drink
The police want to sue me, huh
I know you love my look "I want to fuck"
Make your rules, I'll break them
No matter how many you do, show me the skunk I caught them
So never try to test me
My pockets are empty
An idea for my niggas in the suburbs
You live worse than the niggas in the ghetto, then
I do not care about your language or how you live
You are considered by the brothers in my area
Do you have problems with the fucking police?
Do not run these suckers, come take a 12 gauge me
We are not free, I would be miserable if I misled
by a white bitch, blonde, blue-eyed
And the black with the cell phone, left her baby at home
for him to go out and take off a fuck, huh
And you still wonder why niggas so beaten
Because these children are crazy and can not create them
They agree that they are losers
Drinking bottles of beer, huh, singing the sorrow of a black
[Chorus: 2Pac]
Why do you sell crack? Because I need
Why do you sell crack? Because I need
Why do you sell crack? Because I need
Now I'm going to fucking jail
Ron Isley still harmonizing at the end
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