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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
2Pac
Vocals
Greg Dalton
Guitar
Ronnie King
Keyboards
Ta'He
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
2Pac
Songwriter
Hussein Fatal
Songwriter
Yafeu Fula
Songwriter
Young Noble
Songwriter
Johnny J.
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Johnny J.
Producer
I. Boxill
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Dear Lord
As we down here
Struggle for as long as we know
In search of a paradise to touch
Dreams are dreams
And reality seems to be the only place to go
The only place for us
I know, try to make the best of bad situations
Seems to be my life story
Ain't no glory in pain
A solider's story in vain
And can't nobody live this life for me
It's a ride y'all
A long hard ride
[Verse 2]
Somebody wake me, I'm dreamin'
I started as a seed, the semen
Swimmin' upstream, planted in the womb while screamin'
On the top was my pops
My mom was screamin' stop
From a single drop, this is what they got
Not to disrespect my peoples but my poppa was a loser
Only plan he had for momma was to fuck her and abuse her
Even as a little seed, I could see his plan for me
[Verse 3]
Stranded on welfare, another broken family
Now what was I to be
A product of this heated passion
Mamma got pregnant and poppa got a piece of ass
Look how it began
Nobody gave a fuck about me
Pistol in my hand
This cruel world can do without me
How can I survive
Got me asking white Jesus will a **** live or die
'Cause the Lord can't see us in the deep dark clouds of the projects
Ain't no sunshine
[Verse 4]
No sunny days and we only play sometimes
When everybody sleepin', I open my window
Jump to the streets and get to creepin'
I can live or die
Hope I get some money 'fore I'm gone
I'm only 19, I'm tryin' to hustle on my own
On the spot where everybody and their pops tryin' to sling rocks
Rather go to college, but this is where the game stops
Don't get it wrong 'cause it's always on
From dusk to dawn
You can buy rocks, glocks, or a herringbone
You can ask my man, he's a mind reader
Keep my nine heated
All the time this is how we grind
[Verse 5]
Meet up at the cemetery
Then get smoked out
Pass the weed, ****
That Hennessey'll keep me keyed ****
Everywhere I go **** holla at me
Keep it real G
And my reply till they kill me
Act up if ya feel me
I was born not to make it but I did
The tribulations of a ghetto kid
Still I rise
[Verse 6]
Still I (Still I)
I rise (I rise)
Please give me to the sky (The sky)
And if (And if)
I die (I die)
I don't want you to cry
[Verse 7]
I stay sharp as always
Runnin ya bricks with blitz
Through ya project hallways
Dumping crews like two's
****, all day
Secrets of war prepare me for the worst
A life that's lavish, full of cabbage
Or a life thats in a hearse
But now my dreams it seems though
Be placing triple beams and things, bro
Diamond pinkie rings got the loot poppin' out my jeans
[Verse 8]
Now I plan to keep my glock cocked
If trouble was searchin' for me then why not
Show 'em what I'm made of plus raised on, on my block
Chancellor Ave, where many turn to the street
Thugs snatchin' bags
We out for power
Makin' cash
It wasn't fast, it'll make me mad
I'm just like, pimpin'
My homie on the corner with his gat tucked in
Youngest they buckin' somethin' the left he leads
The life he don't need
Don't we all know
He tryin' to rise up and we just go, though
Still he rise
[Verse 9]
Dreams of lost hope
I hit the strip broke
Where the fiends get coke
And still I rise now
I float cowards ghost
Whenever we come around
I'm runnin' down
Clutchin' a pound, live as sirens, duckin' the sound
I used to hustle with my mom till the sun came
My homie Harm doin' time from the drug game
Stolen cars
War scars, born a outlaw
Behind bars, go to sleep just to see the stars
Freedom is ours
Though we trapped on a firm block
Crackheads, only ten learn to duck cops
[Verse 10]
In 96 my glock's my plastic, passion for blastin' bastards
No faces for open caskets
Peelin' ya cap backwards
Ya cowards ain't prepared for pistol practice
I send my missiles through your mattress
Leavin' holes in your body like a cactus
While me and my crew be boppin' more greens the topic
And loot to keep the seams in my motherfuckin' jeans poppin'
Leavin' ya spleen to pick up
Half of you **** is softer than a Snicker
Let's go to war and see who draw quicker
And still I rise
And still I rise
[Verse 11]
Still I (Still I)
Still I rise
Please give me to the sky (The sky)
And if (And if)
I die (I die)
I don't want you to cry
[Verse 12]
Still I (Still I)
I rise (I rise)
Please give me to the sky (The sky)
And if (And if)
I die (I die)
I don't want you to cry
[Verse 13]
Y'all **** be fake
All day everyday
So now I got roller blades, bitch
Thought you knew
Your mouth is rich
C'mon pops, let's go
Written by: Bruce Washington, Himes Tyruss Gerald, Johnny Jackson, Katari T. Cox, Mutah W. Beale, Rufus Lee Cooper, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Yafeu Fula