Can I believe in my own fate?
Will 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 whirlwind prophesied!
I wanna go in peace… when I gotta die.
On these cold streets,
Ain’t no love, no mercy, and no friends.
In case you never see my face again,
To my unborn child…
Another hip-hop song I grew up on. The lyric I quoted above is powerful because, as everyone might know, Tupac was shot and killed before he could father any children.
I wanna go in peace… when I gotta die.
I wish you had. If only.
