Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Who Do You Believe In, artist - 2Pac. Date of issue: 31.12.2001
Song language: English
Who Do You Believe In |
| Heavenly Father |
| Heal a nigga down here |
| Who do u believe in who do u believe in |
| 2pac |
| I see mothers in black crying |
| Brothers in packs dying |
| Plus everybodies high |
| Too doped up to ask whyW |
| Atching our on downfall |
| Witness the end, It’s like we don’t believe in Go |
| DCuz we living in sin |
| I asked my homie on the block |
| Why he strapped he laughed |
| Pointed his pistol as the cop car passed and blasted |
| It’s just another murder |
| Nobody mourns no more |
| My tear drops getting bigger |
| But can’t figure what I’m crying for |
| Is it the miniature caskets, little babies |
| Victims of a stray from drug dealers gone crazy |
| Maybe its just the drugs |
| Visions of how the block was |
| Crack came and it was strange how it rocked us |
| Perhaps the underlying fact saty high |
| Explain genocide |
| Its when we ride on our own kind |
| What is it we all fear, reflections in the mirror |
| We can’t escape fateThe end is getting nearer |
| (Repeat 2x) |
| Who do you believe in? |
| I put my faith in god, blessed but still breathing |
| And even though it’s hard |
| Thats who I believe in, before I’m leaving |
| The mask and the grieving |
| Who do you believe in? |
| Can’t close my eyez cuz all I see is terror |
| I hate the man in the mirror |
| Cuz his perfection makes the pain turn realer |
| Times of armageddon, murder in mass amounts |
| In this society where only getting the cash counts |
| I started out as a beginner |
| Entered the criminal lifestyle became a sinner |
| I make my money and vacate, evade prison |
| Went from the chosen one to outcast, unforgiven |
| And all the hennesey and weed can’t hide |
| The pain I feel inside |
| You know its like I’m living just to die |
| I fall on my knees and beg for mercy |
| Not knowing if I’m worthy |
| Living life thinking no man can hurt me |
| So I’m asking before I lay me down to sleep |
| Before you judge me, look at all the shit you did to me |
| My misery, I rose up from the slums |
| Made it out the flamesIn my search for fame will I change? |
| And I’m asking |
| Faith in Allah, believe in me and its plastic |
| Cuz so far I done witnessed to many dead niggaz in caskets |
| With they chest plates stretched like elastic |
| And whats worse I’m on front line |
| Holding down, camps still mashing |
| Heard my cousin one of the old heads from the block |
| Just came home October of 95 |
| Back in Yardsville, stuck with a three to five |
| If he don’t act up, now he realize |
| If you don’t stay wise, then in this game you fucked |
| Talk to my baby girl |
| Give me the word on what she heard |
| One of the grimmies is snitching |
| Deamond a stool pigeon |
| I taked to him, he said he didn’t |
| My man said he did, in fact he sure |
| Cuz he just came home off bail |