Now ever since my birth, I've been cursed since I'm born to wild in case I never get to holla at my unborn child Many things learned in prison, blessed and still livin Tryin to earn every penny that I'm gettin, and reminiscin to the beginnin of my mission When I was conceived, and came to be in this position My momma was a Panther loud, single parent but she proud when she witnessed baby boy rip a crowd To school, but I dropped out, and left the house Cause my mama say I'm good for nothin, so I'm out Since I only got one life to live, God forgive me for my sins Let me make it and I'll never steal again, or deal again My only friend is my misery Wantin revenge for the agony they did to me See my life ain't promised but it'll sure get better Hope you understand my love letter, to my unborn child
Jay Z
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2pac
Dear Lord can you hear me, tell me what to say to my unborn seed in, case I pass away Will my child get to feel love Or are we all just cursed to be street thugs? Cause bein black hurts And even worse if you speak first Livin my life as an Outlaw, what could be worse? Cause maybe if I tried to change Who I'm kiddin? I'ma thug 'til I die, I'ma rider mayne Touch bases, eat lunch at plush places Regular criminal oasis awaits us If there's a ghetto for true thugs, I'll see you there And I'm sorry for not bein there Just know your daddy was a soldier, me against the world Bless the boys, and all my little girls To the Lord I'm eternal, restin in peace Please take care of all my seeds, to my unborn child