2Pac's got this suburban kid talking about "Thug Life,"

Not murderous ish, just doing what comes right

As herds are slit by the one time

But you wouldn't of heard this on CNN or Nightline

Slurring a bit, must've been the box wine

Thought the cure was innocence, might as well box blind

Had blurred vision, but now I'm seeing just fine

Once walked around with blurred vision

But now I'm seein', now I'm seein...

20/20 bitches

Spurred on a mission to damn the divine and righteous

Climb to the finest form of paradise by keeping open both of my eyelids

Give hope to the dope heads and homeless

Begin surrendering from violence

Against your own, stabbing and stoning with background tones of sirens

While I'm relaxed at home

Slung slayers as saints, straight faceless tyrants

Same who enslave and kill for dollar's sake are playing savior

While firing bullets in silence

Its time to counteract the cataracts, incite some riots

Mines through battle raps, and I'ma never keep quiet

Like the cracker jack media that spits the pluses of being minus

Blacks attacking every time they're behind us

But where do you find this?

In the back of the bus

Where the people are gettin' ghetto fabulous?

Or in the back of the bucks, where its in god's name we trust?

Rolling it up for cocaine and can-i-bus

Casualties add up

Leaving more room for development

Damaging repetitiveness

Contracting its own residents

And the bastards who invented this

Claim capitalism and I'm guessing its-

Their answer for Independence

Fuck their ads and hidden messages

TV mind massaging the masses to senselessness

Elitist fat cats feeding off the streets

Sending me to fiend for relief-

At the beach, parks, mountains and seas

Better than bears and sharks surrounding me

Sparing no shots to devour trees

Spread shops, strip malls towering

Spent lots lift off against the powers that be

But when will our hour be?

TICK, TICK, TICK...uh oh

Looks like the clock just struck rebellion

Time to blast the motherfuckers that shower us with greed

Grab your Glocks, cut the strings

Allow ourselves to truly live free

Let them build their own edifice, fulfill their own fantasies

But they ain't gonna do that shit with any more help from me

Let them build their own edifice, fulfill their own fantasies

But they can't be doing that shit with anymore help from WE!

2Pac's got this suburban kid talking baout "Thug Life,"

Not murderous ish, just doing what comes right

As herds are slit by the one time

But you wouldn't of heard this on CNN or Nightline

Slurring a bit, must've been the box wine

Thought the cure was innocence, might as well box blind

Had blurred vision, but now I'm seeing just fine

Once walked around with blurred vision

But now I'm seein', now I'm seein...

20/20 bitches