[Intro: 2Pac] Let us pray Heavenly Father, hear a nigga down here Before I go to sleep Tell me, who do you believe in? Who do you believe in?
[Verse One: 2Pac] I see mothers in black cryin, brothers in packs dyin Plus everybody's high, too doped up to ask why Watchin our own downfall, witness the end It's like we don't believe in God cause we livin in sin I asked my homie on the block why he strapped, he laughed Pointed his pistol as the cop car passed and blast It's just another murder, nobody mourns no more My tear drops gettin bigger but can't figure what I'm cryin for Is it the miniature caskets, little babies Victims of a stray, from drug dealers gone crazy Maybe it's just the drugs, visions of how the block was Crack came and it was strange how it rocked us Perhaps the underlyin fact stay high explain genocide It's when we ride on our own kind What is it we all fear, reflections in the mirror We can't escape fate, the end is gettin nearer
[Chorus 2X: 2Pac] Who do you believe in? I put my faith in God, blessed and still breathin And even though it's hard, that's who I believe in Before I'm leavin, I'm askin the grievin - who do you believe in?
[Verse Two: 2Pac] Can't close my eyes cause all I see is terror I hate the man in the mirror Cause his reflection makes the pain turn realer Times of Armageddeon, murder in mass amounts In this society where only gettin 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 Hennessy and weed can't hide, the pain I feel inside You know, it's like I'm livin just to die I fall on my knees and beg for mercy, not knowin if I'm worthy Livin life thinkin no man can hurt me So I'm askin -- 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 flames In my search for fame will I change? I'm askin
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[Verse Three: Kadafi] Faith in Allah, believe in me and this plastic Cause so far I done witnessed to many dead niggaz in caskets With they chest plates stretched like elastic And what's worse I'm on front line, holdin down camp, still mashin 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 snitchin, Diamond a stool pigeon I talked to him He said he didn't, my man said he did, in fact he's sure Cause he just came home off of bail
[2Pac] Now tell me
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Перевод: [Intro] Давайте помолимся. Святой Отец, услышь ниггера внизу. Перед тем, как я отойду ко сну. Скажи мне, в кого ты веришь? В кого ты веришь?
[2Pac] Я вижу матерей, одетых в черное, которые плачут. Братьев, которые гибнут. К тому же все под кайфом, слишком одурманены, чтобы задаться вопросом "Почему?". Наблюдаю наше падение, вижу конец. Похоже, что мы не верим в Бога, ведь мы живем в грехе. Я спросил одного своего друга из квартала, почему он ходит с оружием, он рассмеялся. Показал пистолетом в сторону полицейской машины, которая проезжала мимо и была обстреляна. Это просто еще одно убийство, никто больше не скорбит. Мои слезы становятся сильнее, но не могу понять, почему я плачу. Может быть из-за гробиков с маленькими детьми, случайными жертвами наркодельцов. Может быть просто из-за наркотиков. Я вспоминаю, каким был наш квартал, но появился крэк. Странно, как он повлиял на нас. Возможно, этот факт объясняет геноцид, когда мы уничтожаем се