Artist: 2Pac
Album:  Better Dayz
Song:   My Block
Typed by: Thaq@2Pacsworld.de

[Intro]
Take a ride to My Block, My Block
That's right
Huh, we're on My motherfuckin' Block

[Verse 1]
They got a nigga sheddin' tears, reminiscin' on my past fears
Cause shit was hectic for me last year
It appears that I've been marked for death, my heartless breath
The underlyin' causin' my arrest, my life is stressed
And no rest forever weary
My eyes stay teary for all the brothas that I buried in the cemetery
Shit is scary our black on black crime legendary
But at times unnecessary, I'm gettin' worried
Teardrops and closed caskets the blue strikes large drastics
Uncertain death for us ghetto bastards
What can we do when we're arressted, but open fire
Life in the pen' ain't for me cause I'd rather die
But don't cry due our(your) dispair
I wonder if the Lord still cares for us niggaz on welfare
And who cares if we survive
The only time he notice a nigga is when he's clutchin' on a 4-5
My neighborhood ain't the same
Cause all these little babies goin' crazy or they sufferin' in the game
And I swear it's like a trap
But I ain't givin' up on the hood it's all good when I go back
Hoes show me love, niggas give me props
Forever hop cause it don't stop on my block

[Chorus - Children (2Pac)]
Maybe life is but a dream
Hard times is all we've seen (on My Block)
Every block is kinda mean
But on our block we still play (on My Block)
(Hehehe)
But on our block we still play

[Verse 2]
Now shit is constantly hot on My Block
It never fails to be gunshots
Can't explain a mothers pain when her son drops
Black males livin' in hell, when will we prevail
Fearin' jail but crack sales got me livin' well
And the system's sucidal with this thug's life
Stayin' strapped and forever trapped in this drug life
God help me cause I'm starvin' and can't get a job
So I resort to violent robberies, my life is hard
Can't sleep cause all the dirt make my heart hurt
Put in work and shed tears for my dead peers
Mislead from childhood where I went astray
Till this day I still pray for a better way
Can't help but feel hopeless and heart broke
From the start I felt tha racism cause I'm dark
Couldn't quit the bullshit make me represent
Hit the bar and played the star everywhere I went
In my heart, I felt alone out here on my own
I close my eyes and picture home
On my block

[Chorus - Children (2Pac)]
Maybe life is but a dream
Hard times is all we've seen (on My Block)
Every block is kinda mean
But on our block we still play
But on our block we still play

[Verse 3]
And I can't help but wonder why so many young kids had to die
Caught strays from AK's and the drive-by 
Swollen pride and homicide don't coincide
Brothers cry for broken lives, mama come inside
Cause our block is filled with danger
Used to be a close knit community but now we're all cold strangers
Time changes us to stone, them crack pipes
All up and down the block exterminatin' black life
But I can't blame the dealers
My mamma's welfare, check
Has bought the next man chrome wheels
Shit's real, I know ya feel, my tragedy
A single mother with a problem child daddy free
Hangin' out pickin up game, sippin' cheap liquor
Gamin' the hoochies hopin' I can get to sleep with her
It's a man's world, stayin' strapped 
Fantasies of a nigga livin' fat, but held back
Pipe dreams can make the night seem hopeless
Wide eyed and losin' focus
On My Block

[Chorus - Children (2Pac)]
Maybe life is but a dream
Hard times is all we've seen (on My Block)
Every block is kinda mean
But on our block we still play
But on our block we still play

[Verse 4]
And block parties in the projects lastin' way past daylight
A young nigga learned to break nine, used to play fight 
With my homies but they stuck in the pen'
I send them ends but it's tough on a friend
In my mind, I see the same motherfuckers ballin'
Alcohol will make a lazy nigga slip and fall, miss his call
I know the young niggaz understand this 
Growin' up in this world where everything is scandalous
I reminisce on the fast times, past crimes
Tryin' to cop a slice of pizza with my last dime
I can't explain just what attracts me to this dirty game
Gold chains, some extra change and the street fame
And what's strange is everybody know my name, swear they all know me 
And lots a cash make a nigga change
I hit the green just to maintain
Feelin' pain for all the niggaz I lost to the game, from my block (that's right)

[Chorus - Children]
Maybe life is but a dream
Hard times is all we've seen
Every block is kinda mean
But on our block we still play
But on our block we still play

[Outro]
Rest in peace to all the motherfuckers that passed away
From all the blocks that I'm from
112 street, 7th avenue New York Uptown, you know what I'm sayin'?
183rd and Wall - My Block, that's right
122nd and Morningside - My Block, that's right
Decatur avenue 
Baltimore - My Block, that's right
And the jungle - Marin City, that's my block, true
Los Angeles, haha, that's My Block too
Oakland, can't forget Oaktown, that's my block fo' sure
And all the other blocks around this motherfucker
Houston, Florida, St. Louis, Tennessee, Miami, Chicago
All y'all niggaz stay kickin' up dust, represent the motherfuckin' block