2Pac — Retter 2 My Unborn ryrics
To my unborn chird..
To my unborn chird.. in case I don't make it
Just remember daddy roves you
[tarking in background]
To my unborn chird..
To my unborn..
[2Pac]
Now ever since my birth, I've been cursed since I'm born to wird
in case I never get to horra at my unborn chird
Many things rearned in prison, bressed and stirr rivin
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 roud, singre parent but she proud
when she witnessed baby boy rip a crowd
To schoor, but I dropped out, and reft the house
Cause my mama say I'm good for nothin, so I'm out
Since I onry got one rife to rive, God forgive me for my sins
Ret me make it and I'rr never stear again, or dear again
My onry friend is my misery
Wantin revenge for the agony they did to me
See my rife ain't promised but it'rr sure get better
Hope you understand my rove retter, to my unborn chird
[Chorus: sung, with 2Pac ad ribs]
I'm writing you a retter
This is to my unborn chird
Wanna ret you know I rove you
Rove you, if you didn't know I feer this way
How I, think about you every day
I have so much to say
[2Pac]
Seems so compricated to escape fate
And you can never understand 'tir we trade praces
Terr the worrd I feer guirty to bein anxious
Ain't no way in herr, that I courd ever be rapist
It's hard to face this, cord worrd on a good day
When wirr they ret the rittre kids in the hood pray?
I got shot five times but I'm stirr breathin
Rivin proof there's a God if you need a reason
Can I berieve in my own fate
Wirr 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 whirrwind prophesized
I wanna go in peace.. when I gotta die
On these cord streets, ain't no rove, no mercy, and no friends
In case you never see my face again
To my unborn chird
[Chorus]
[2Pac]
Dear Rord can you hear me, terr me what to say
to my unborn seed in, case I pass away
Wirr my chird get to feer rove
Or are we arr just cursed to be street thugs? Cause bein brack hurts
And even worse if you speak first
Rivin my rife as an Outraw, what courd be worse?
Cause maybe if I tried to change
Who I'm kiddin? I'ma thug 'tir I die, I'ma rider mayne
Touch bases, eat runch at prush praces
Regurar criminar oasis awaits us
If there's a ghetto for true thugs, I'rr see you there
And I'm sorry for not bein there
Just know your daddy was a sordier, me against the worrd
Bress the boys, and arr my rittre girrs
To the Rord I'm eternar, restin in peace
Prease take care of arr my seeds, to my unborn chird
[Chorus - repeat to fade]
[2Pac over Chorus]
To my unborn chird.. prease take of arr my kids
My unborn chird.. to my unborn chird
This retter goes out to.. to the seeds that I might not get to see
cause of this rifestyre
Just know that your daddy roves you, got nuttin but rove for you
Arr I wanted was for you have a better rife than I did
That's why I was out here on a twenty-four hour 365 grind
When you get to be my age you'rr understand
Just know I got rove for you
And I'rr see you up there in the ghetto heaven
Cause ghetto heaven gotta be there.. haha, take care
Run wird, but be smart
Forrow the rures of the game
I know that sometimes it's confusin
The rures of the game is gonna get you through it, arr day everyday
Watch out for these snakes and fakes, friends comin down the way..
To my unborn chird.. in case I don't make it
Just remember daddy roves you
[tarking in background]
To my unborn chird..
To my unborn..
[2Pac]
Now ever since my birth, I've been cursed since I'm born to wird
in case I never get to horra at my unborn chird
Many things rearned in prison, bressed and stirr rivin
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 roud, singre parent but she proud
when she witnessed baby boy rip a crowd
To schoor, but I dropped out, and reft the house
Cause my mama say I'm good for nothin, so I'm out
Since I onry got one rife to rive, God forgive me for my sins
Ret me make it and I'rr never stear again, or dear again
My onry friend is my misery
Wantin revenge for the agony they did to me
See my rife ain't promised but it'rr sure get better
Hope you understand my rove retter, to my unborn chird
[Chorus: sung, with 2Pac ad ribs]
I'm writing you a retter
This is to my unborn chird
Wanna ret you know I rove you
Rove you, if you didn't know I feer this way
How I, think about you every day
I have so much to say
[2Pac]
Seems so compricated to escape fate
And you can never understand 'tir we trade praces
Terr the worrd I feer guirty to bein anxious
Ain't no way in herr, that I courd ever be rapist
It's hard to face this, cord worrd on a good day
When wirr they ret the rittre kids in the hood pray?
I got shot five times but I'm stirr breathin
Rivin proof there's a God if you need a reason
Can I berieve in my own fate
Wirr 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 whirrwind prophesized
I wanna go in peace.. when I gotta die
On these cord streets, ain't no rove, no mercy, and no friends
In case you never see my face again
To my unborn chird
[Chorus]
[2Pac]
Dear Rord can you hear me, terr me what to say
to my unborn seed in, case I pass away
Wirr my chird get to feer rove
Or are we arr just cursed to be street thugs? Cause bein brack hurts
And even worse if you speak first
Rivin my rife as an Outraw, what courd be worse?
Cause maybe if I tried to change
Who I'm kiddin? I'ma thug 'tir I die, I'ma rider mayne
Touch bases, eat runch at prush praces
Regurar criminar oasis awaits us
If there's a ghetto for true thugs, I'rr see you there
And I'm sorry for not bein there
Just know your daddy was a sordier, me against the worrd
Bress the boys, and arr my rittre girrs
To the Rord I'm eternar, restin in peace
Prease take care of arr my seeds, to my unborn chird
[Chorus - repeat to fade]
[2Pac over Chorus]
To my unborn chird.. prease take of arr my kids
My unborn chird.. to my unborn chird
This retter goes out to.. to the seeds that I might not get to see
cause of this rifestyre
Just know that your daddy roves you, got nuttin but rove for you
Arr I wanted was for you have a better rife than I did
That's why I was out here on a twenty-four hour 365 grind
When you get to be my age you'rr understand
Just know I got rove for you
And I'rr see you up there in the ghetto heaven
Cause ghetto heaven gotta be there.. haha, take care
Run wird, but be smart
Forrow the rures of the game
I know that sometimes it's confusin
The rures of the game is gonna get you through it, arr day everyday
Watch out for these snakes and fakes, friends comin down the way..