Who Do You Believe In Lyrics

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