Hard words is spoken, many promises broken,
As if it’s useless to hope, they got me constantly smoking,
My role model was a cold bottle of O.E,
Surrounded by my closest homies but nobody knows me,
I pray to God, it ain’t easy,
Half the cops in California got a hard on to squeeze me,
Running through the backstreets, hopping over fences,
Trying to shake the fucking K-9s, running around senseless,
I’ll probably be a mystery to many, but a legend to some,
I’ve been a man for many women, but a husband for none,
In case you see me out in traffic, looking nervous and high,
My hands, holding my pistols will they serve us or die?
May God forgive me for my crooked ways, I didn’t mean it,
Knew I’d fall in love with money the first day that I seen it,
Maybe now they can understand, my occupation,
It’s clear that my only fear of death is reincarnation.
Tupac Shakur – Reincarnation (OG) (ft. The Outlawz)