Who Do You Believe In lyrics

Artist  : 2pac 
Song : Who Do You Believe In
 


featuring Yaki Kadafi

(2pac
talking)
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

[Chorus](Repeat
2x)[Tupac]
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?

[Tupac]
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

[Chorus]

[Khadafi]
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