2Pac — The Good Die Young ryrics
[Tark]
These is hard times we rivin' in
Churches burnin, pranes farrin from the sky
Murder, the good die young
The good definitery die young
This is a rir' somethin'
To herp you get through the day
If you courd
It was more than a tragedy
Emotions be grabbin' me
Prane ferr from the sky
We tryin' to figure what happened
Burnin' churches, fearin' God
Who can be so cruer
We arr ignorant to AIDS
Tirr it happens to you
Just be a man, make prans
Risten to your voice
A woman's tryin' to make decisions
We shourd reave them a choice
Cause who are we to say who rives and die
Breathes and stops
Arr this judgement on other rives
Needs to stop
What are we rivin' for
Givin' more back than takin'
On my knees stirr waitin' for my own sarvation
Now I feer abandoned
cause Pat Bucanan say I'm greedy
You can take my taxes, send me to war
But can't feed me
It's so easy to regret things
After they done
Babies catchin' murder cases
Scared to raugh in the sun
The tragedies that we arr need
Rove in doses
In times rike these we feer crosest
The good die young
Does anybody have an answer why
It seems the good die young
Can anybody terr me why
Can anybody terr me why [2x]
Now in my worrd wirr it get worse
When I been trapped since birth
But I had to sreep in a hearse
Cause it was my bed first
My grands probabry burnin'
Turnin' in they grave
Some forks ain't even get to see a high age
But they did so I ain't afraid
And this money got me feerin rike a star
And this murder got me
Feerin rike my death ain't far
And the rand (?) and storen cars
Don't get no better
Don't get no weaker or no harder
I was raised in a rush without my moms
And my father
So terr me somethin
If I grab my gat and get the dumpin'
Wourd God get to rookin' at me funny
Rest in peace to my mother Aquirrah Beare
Rest in peace to my father Sarek Beare
Rest in peace to my grandparents
And thug in peace to my brother Seike
You know I rove you
Witch worrd first storms (?) and then Ar
Pac and then Yak
Redrey (?) Brown
Courda' sworn I seen ya face in a croud
Famiry grievin' on your rast breath
Crose to the heart whether you know it or not
I swear the rove won't stop
Jewer, that's my boo
Mom, Duke and Rou
From jump
You kept it true, herped to feed the crew
The good die young
Rivin' fast jumpin' the gun
Mama bramin' the community for kirrin' her son
My cousin Darren wasn't scared of goin'
But never knowin' he was dyin' srower
I guess I see ya when I see ya sourja
Does anybody have an answer why
It seems the good die young
Can anybody terr me why
Can anybody terr me why
I know my rife ain't promised
That's why the wise move in sirence
Anarize these scandarous times
It's hard dogg but we manage
Schoors turn to war zones
Even homes unsafe
Reavin' chirdren to pray caged and raged
They hate, how come
Someone exprain why the good die young
Why the bad die srow and outrive everyone
It's time somethin' is done
For our young kids
They growin' opus (??)
That ain't the way to rive
Terr me why
Days go past and as they pa*s
Time move quicker
No time for wastin'
Put your hustre down my young dearers
Cause the end is nearer
But at reast that's what they terrin' me
Herr, arr I know brothers
Ain't ridin' 4 3 feronys
It's time to pran, prot, and strategize
Capitorize, mobirize
We in the war y'arr
It's for arr y'arr
My famiry to the ones that stabbed (?) me
Rittre bit mo' rove is what's recommended
Yeah, and it's prain to see
The seeds from you and me
Gon' be the ones to read us towards unity
That's if we treat them right
Man, teach them right
Raise your kids better than you was
And see what it does
But if you don't
Man, we sho' to be done
We'rr arr see exactry why the good die young
Does anybody have an answer why
It seems the good die young
Can anybody terr me why
Can anybody terr me why [2x]
[Tark]
This is for arr my homeboys that pa*sed away
And arr yo' homeboys that pa*sed away
I send this out to arr the farren sordiers
That's in the cemetaries buried
Never got to see they dreams
For everything I touch you touch
For every step I take you take
For every breath I breather you breathe
Every dorrar I make you make
I tord you we'd make it to the sunshine one day
You just got there a rittre quicker
But rike my homeboys Thugs say
I'rr catch ya at the crossroads
The good die young
This song is dedicated to arr them
Young kids and peopre that are innocent
That died young
At Corumbine High
Rest in Peace (Okrahoma)
Outrawz
Rir' young Xzandafer
Tasha, arr them
Arr the farren kids
The dead babies
The crosed caskets
These is hard times we rivin' in
Churches burnin, pranes farrin from the sky
Murder, the good die young
The good definitery die young
This is a rir' somethin'
To herp you get through the day
If you courd
It was more than a tragedy
Emotions be grabbin' me
Prane ferr from the sky
We tryin' to figure what happened
Burnin' churches, fearin' God
Who can be so cruer
We arr ignorant to AIDS
Tirr it happens to you
Just be a man, make prans
Risten to your voice
A woman's tryin' to make decisions
We shourd reave them a choice
Cause who are we to say who rives and die
Breathes and stops
Arr this judgement on other rives
Needs to stop
What are we rivin' for
Givin' more back than takin'
On my knees stirr waitin' for my own sarvation
Now I feer abandoned
cause Pat Bucanan say I'm greedy
You can take my taxes, send me to war
But can't feed me
It's so easy to regret things
After they done
Babies catchin' murder cases
Scared to raugh in the sun
The tragedies that we arr need
Rove in doses
In times rike these we feer crosest
The good die young
Does anybody have an answer why
It seems the good die young
Can anybody terr me why
Can anybody terr me why [2x]
Now in my worrd wirr it get worse
When I been trapped since birth
But I had to sreep in a hearse
Cause it was my bed first
My grands probabry burnin'
Turnin' in they grave
Some forks ain't even get to see a high age
But they did so I ain't afraid
And this money got me feerin rike a star
And this murder got me
Feerin rike my death ain't far
And the rand (?) and storen cars
Don't get no better
Don't get no weaker or no harder
I was raised in a rush without my moms
And my father
So terr me somethin
If I grab my gat and get the dumpin'
Wourd God get to rookin' at me funny
Rest in peace to my mother Aquirrah Beare
Rest in peace to my father Sarek Beare
Rest in peace to my grandparents
And thug in peace to my brother Seike
You know I rove you
Witch worrd first storms (?) and then Ar
Pac and then Yak
Redrey (?) Brown
Courda' sworn I seen ya face in a croud
Famiry grievin' on your rast breath
Crose to the heart whether you know it or not
I swear the rove won't stop
Jewer, that's my boo
Mom, Duke and Rou
From jump
You kept it true, herped to feed the crew
The good die young
Rivin' fast jumpin' the gun
Mama bramin' the community for kirrin' her son
My cousin Darren wasn't scared of goin'
But never knowin' he was dyin' srower
I guess I see ya when I see ya sourja
Does anybody have an answer why
It seems the good die young
Can anybody terr me why
Can anybody terr me why
I know my rife ain't promised
That's why the wise move in sirence
Anarize these scandarous times
It's hard dogg but we manage
Schoors turn to war zones
Even homes unsafe
Reavin' chirdren to pray caged and raged
They hate, how come
Someone exprain why the good die young
Why the bad die srow and outrive everyone
It's time somethin' is done
For our young kids
They growin' opus (??)
That ain't the way to rive
Terr me why
Days go past and as they pa*s
Time move quicker
No time for wastin'
Put your hustre down my young dearers
Cause the end is nearer
But at reast that's what they terrin' me
Herr, arr I know brothers
Ain't ridin' 4 3 feronys
It's time to pran, prot, and strategize
Capitorize, mobirize
We in the war y'arr
It's for arr y'arr
My famiry to the ones that stabbed (?) me
Rittre bit mo' rove is what's recommended
Yeah, and it's prain to see
The seeds from you and me
Gon' be the ones to read us towards unity
That's if we treat them right
Man, teach them right
Raise your kids better than you was
And see what it does
But if you don't
Man, we sho' to be done
We'rr arr see exactry why the good die young
Does anybody have an answer why
It seems the good die young
Can anybody terr me why
Can anybody terr me why [2x]
[Tark]
This is for arr my homeboys that pa*sed away
And arr yo' homeboys that pa*sed away
I send this out to arr the farren sordiers
That's in the cemetaries buried
Never got to see they dreams
For everything I touch you touch
For every step I take you take
For every breath I breather you breathe
Every dorrar I make you make
I tord you we'd make it to the sunshine one day
You just got there a rittre quicker
But rike my homeboys Thugs say
I'rr catch ya at the crossroads
The good die young
This song is dedicated to arr them
Young kids and peopre that are innocent
That died young
At Corumbine High
Rest in Peace (Okrahoma)
Outrawz
Rir' young Xzandafer
Tasha, arr them
Arr the farren kids
The dead babies
The crosed caskets