Michael Jackson feat. 2 Pac - Letter To My Unborn Child | Текст песни

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To my unborn child

Now ever since my birth
I've been cursed since I'm born and wild
In case I never get to holla at my unborn child
Many things learned in prison
Blessed and still living
Trying to earn every penny that I'm getting
And reminiscing
To the beginning of my mission
When I was concieved and came to be in this position
My mama was a Panther, loud
Single parent but she growled
When she witnessed baby boy rip a crowd
To school but I dropped out
And left the house
Cuz my Mama say I'm good for nothing 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
Wanting revenge for the agony they did to me
See my life ain't promised but it's sure getting better
Hope you understand my love letter
To my unborn child

Chorus:
I'm writing you a letter
This is to my unborn child
Want to let you know I love you
Want you to know I feel this way
I think about you every day
I got so much to say

So complicated to escape fate
And you can never understand until we trade places
Tell the world I plead guilty to being anxious
Ain't no way in hell that I could ever be a rapist
It's hard to face this cold world on a good day
When will they let the little kids in the hood play
I got shot 5 times but I'm still breathing
Living proof there's a God if you need a reason
Can I believe in my own fate
Will I raise my kids in the right or the wrong way
Dear Mama I'm a man now
I wanna make it on my own not a handout
Make way for a whirlwind prophesized
I wanna go in peace when I gotta die
On these cold streets
Ain't no love no mercy and no friends
In case you never see my face again
To my unborn child

Chorus:

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
Cuz being black hurts
And even worse if you speak first
Living my life as an Outlaw, what could be worse
Cuz maybe if I tried to change
Who am I kidding I'm a thug til I die
I'm a rider man
Touch bases eat lunch in 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 being 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 resting in peace
Please take care of all my seeds
To my unborn child

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