[Intro: 2Pac talking]

"Cause this world is such a, um

And when I say this world, I mean it, I don't mean in an ideal sense

I mean every day, every little thing you do

Is such a, 'Gimme, gimme, gimme! Everybody back off.'

You know, everybody's like taught that from school, everywhere; big business

'You wanna be successful, you wanna be like Trump? Gimme, gimme, gimme, push, push, push, push, step, step, step, crush, crush, crush!'

That's how it all is.."

[Verse 1]

They say success is a process, but empty pockets as I stress

Who am I to judge niggas moving drugs?

What's left, of a man with his daughter in his hands, and he's gotta feed her?

Even if it means people gotta get robbed, watch over me God

I see ya'll niggas be watchin' me close like bodyguards

Keep my eyes open to the ocean, cause any small motion

Can tip my boat over, leave me decks wide open

I saw the look in his eyes

It's all familiar, he's a crook in disguise

I kinda wanna say a small prayer for him

He's right beside me, and as he walk in the store, I know he 'bout to rob it

I grab my rillos and I go

A smile is just as good as any mask you can wear

And when you from my hood, you wear a mask everywhere

To cover up the pain, to cover up that loss, to cover up the cost that you paid to be that boss

[Interlude: 2Pac talking]

"Nobody ever stop, just, you know

I feel like, instead of us just being like, 'Slavery is bad, slavery is bad; bad whitey, bad whitey.'

I mean, alright let's stop that

And everyone's smart enough to now that, I mean, we've been slighted, and we want ours

And I don't mean, by like, ours, forty acres and a mule, cause we past that

But we need help, I mean, for us to be on our own two feet

'Us' meaning youth, or 'us' meaning black people.."

[Verse 2]

They're asking how I feel to be on T.V., now that I get love

Did I sacrifice my life to be featured in all your clubs?

How you enjoy the fame when your family members on drugs?

And homies out your hood holdin' a grudge, I ain't ask for this

I wanna ball, but I know there's alotta rappers missed

But I'm acknowledged by Oscar winners and actresses

It's like I'm ballin' with a fractured wrist

And you gon' need more than your just camera to capture this

I sold my food stamp this month so I could pay my bills

I took a charge for my cousin, how that make me feel?

My grandma cried before she died, and shit it gave me chills

I'd give my life to have her back so she can make me meals

You robbin' Peter, payin' Paul, but that don't make you real

You killin' niggas in all your songs, that don't make you ill

You go to church on every Sunday, that don't make you live

And God died for all your sins, but would you die for His?

I'm gone..

[Outro: 2Pac talking]

"It's too much money here

I mean, nobody should be hittin' lotto for thirty-six million, and we got people starvin' in the streets

That is not idealistic, that's just real, that is j-just stupid

There's no way Michael Jackson should have, or whoever Jackson

Should have a million-thousand-truple-billion dollars, and then there's people starvin'

There's no way, there's no way, that these people should own planes, and their people don't have houses.."