2Pac — I Tried

[Pac Voice] Got me thinking about better days... [Verse 1: 2pac] Time to question our lifestyle, look how we live Smoking weed like it ain't no thang So even kids wanna try now They lie down and get ran through Nobody watched 'em clockin the evil man do Faced with the demons Addicted to hearin victims screaming Guess we was evil since birth Product of cursed semens Cause even our birthdays is cursed days A born thug in the first place, the worst ways I'd love to see the block in peace With no more dealers and crooked cops The only way to stop the beast And only we can change It's up to us to clean up the streets It ain't the same Too many murders Too many funerals and too many tears Just seen another brother buried Plus I knew him for years Passed by his family, but what could I say? Keep yo' head up and try to keep the faith Try to keep the faith [Verse 2: 2pac] Who would've guessed that in my future years I'd be stressing, some say the ghetto's a sick and corrupted Plus my P.O. won't let me hang with the brothers I grew up with Try to keep my head up and stay strong All my homies slangin yayo all day long But they wrong, so I'm solo and so broke Saving up for some Jordan's cause they dope I got a girl and I love her but she broke too And so am I. I can't take her to places she wanna go to So we argue and play fight, all day and night Makin passionate love 'til the daylight Plus we about to get evicted, can't pay the rent Guess it's time to see who really is yo' friend Tell me you pregnant and I'm amazed So many blessings while we stressin But what can I say, keep yo' head up and Try to keep the faith Try to keep the faith Try to keep the faith [Verse 3: 2pac] Square fools, since back in high school We was true, me and you hardly parted or separeted We stayed faded Affiliated with gangbanger and still made it Up in the gym, mess with me, gotta mess with him Still dressing like grown men when rolling I went to dark, smoking Newports, gaming marks Got a place in my heart, homie stay smart Locked you up in the penn' And gave you three to ten I send you letters with naked flicks of old friends Hoping you well, I know it's hell doing time in the cells You need mail, when you in jail And me I'm doing cool I settled down, had a family Working in night school Every once in a while I reminisce and wonder how we ever came to this