Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
2Pac
2Pac
Vocals
Channoah Higgens
Channoah Higgens
Background Vocals
Richard Page
Richard Page
Vocals
Robert L. Huggar
Robert L. Huggar
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Richard Page
Richard Page
Songwriter
John Lang
John Lang
Songwriter
Johnny J.
Johnny J.
Songwriter
Tupac Shakur
Tupac Shakur
Songwriter
Steven George
Steven George
Songwriter
Johnny Jackson
Johnny Jackson
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Frank Nitty Pimentel
Frank Nitty Pimentel
Co-Producer
Jamal Edgerton
Jamal Edgerton
Co-Producer
Claudio Cueni
Claudio Cueni
Mixing Engineer
Johnny Jackson
Johnny Jackson
Producer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Richard Page
Richard Page
Remix Producer
Samuel Barnes
Samuel Barnes
Remix Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Hey, man, no way
Mmm, oh, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
Perhaps I was addicted to the dark side?
Somewhere inside my childhood, witnessed my heart die
And even though we both came from the same places
The money and the fame made us all change places
How could it be? Through the misery that came to pass
The hard times make a true friend afraid to ask for currency
But you could run to me when you need and I'll never leave
Honestly, someone to believe in, as you can see
It's a small thing to a true, what could I do?
Real homies help you get through
And come to knew he'd do the same thing if he could
'Cause in the hood, true homies make you feel good
And half the time, we be actin' up, call the cops
Bringin' a cease to the peace that was on my block, it never stops
When my mama ask me, will it change? I tell her, yeah
But it's clear, I'll always be the same until the end of time
[Verse 3]
(Take these broken wings)
(I need your hands to come and heal me once again)
Until the end of time (So I can fly till the end of time)
(Time, time, time, take these broken wings)
[Verse 4]
Please, Lord, forgive me for my life of sin
My hard stare seem to scare all my sister's kids
So you know, I don't hang around the house much
This all night money making got me outta touch
Shit, ain't flashed a smile in a long while
An unexpected birth, worst of the ghetto child's
My attitude got me walkin' solo, ride out alone in my lo-lo
Watchin' the whole world move in slow-mo
For quiet times, disappear, listen to the ocean
Smokin' Ports, think my thoughts, then it's back to coastin'
Who can I trust in this cold world
My phony homie had a baby by my old girl
But I ain't trippin', I'm a player, I ain't sweatin' him
I sex his sister, had her mumble like a Mexican
His next of kin, no remorse, it was meant to happen
Besides rappin', only thing I did good was scrappin', until the end of time
[Verse 5]
(Take these broken wings)
(I need your hands to come and heal me once again)
Until the end of time (So I can fly till the end of time)
(Time, time, time, take these broken wings)
(You got to learn to fly and learn to live so free)
Until the end of time (So I can fly till the end of time)
(Time, take these broken wings)
[Verse 6]
Now who's to say if I was right or wrong?
To live my life as an outlaw all along
Remain strong in this planet full of player haters
They conversate but Death Row full of demonstrators
And in the end, drinkin' Hennessy made all my enemies envy me
So cold when I flow, eliminatin' easily
Fall to their knees, they plead for there right to breathe
While beggin' me to keep the peace, ha, ha, ha
What I can see closer to achieve
In times of danger don't freeze, time to be a G
Follow my lead, I'll supply everything you need
An ounce of game and the trainin' to make a G
Remember me as an outcast, outlaw
Another album out, that's what I'm about, more
Gettin' raw till the day I see my casket
Buried as a G while the whole world remembers me until the end of time
[Verse 7]
(Take these broken wings)
(I need your hands to come and heal me once again)
Until the end of time (So I can fly till the end of time)
(Time, time, time, take these broken wings)
(You got to learn to fly and learn to live so free)
Until the end of time (So I can fly till the end of time)
(Time, time, time till the end of time)
[Verse 8]
I don't know what it is got me actin' all crazy out here
Guess it's just my environment, how you people be treatin'
Until the end of time (I can fly, I can fly)
Ain't no mystery, you get what you give, you feel me?
When it comes I'll be like, I can't tell you what
Maybe it's the thug in me
Written by: 2Pac, John Lang, Johnny J., Richard Page, Steven George
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