(2pac talking)
 Heavenly Father
 heal a nigga down here
 who do u believe in who do u believe in

 2pac
 I see mothers in black crying
 Brothers in packs dying
 Plus everybodies high
 Too doped up to ask whyW
 atching our on downfall
 Witness the end, It's like we don't believe in Go
 dCuz we living in sin
 I asked my homie on the block
 Why he strapped he laughed
 pointed his pistol as the cop car passed and blasted
 It's just another murder
 Nobody mourns no more
 My tear drops getting bigger
 but can't figure what I'm crying for
 Is it the miniature caskets, little babies
 Victims of a stray from drug dealers gone crazy
 Maybe its just the drugs
 Visions of how the block was
 Crack came and it was strange how it rocked us
 Perhaps the underlying fact saty high
 Explain genocide
 Its when we ride on our own kind
 What is it we all fear, reflections in the mirror
 We can't escape fateThe end is getting nearer

 [Chorus](Repeat 2x)[Tupac]
 Who do you believe in?
 I put my faith in god, blessed but still breathing
 And even though it's hard
 Thats who I believe in, before I'm leaving
 The mask and the grieving
 Who do you believe in?

 [Tupac]
 Can't close my eyez cuz all I see is terror
 I hate the man in the mirror
 Cuz his perfection makes the pain turn realer
 Times of armageddon, murder in mass amounts
 In this society where only getting the cash counts
 I started out as a beginner
 Entered the criminal lifestyle became a sinner
 I make my money and vacate, evade prison
 Went from the chosen one to outcast, unforgiven
 And all the hennesey and weed can't hide
 The pain I feel inside
 You know its like I'm living just to die
 I fall on my knees and beg for mercy
 Not knowing if I'm worthy
 Living life thinking no man can hurt me
 So I'm asking before I lay me down to sleep
 Before you judge me, look at all the shit you did to me
 My misery, I rose up from the slums
 Made it out the flamesIn my search for fame will I change?
 And I'm asking

 [Chorus]

 [Khadafi]
 Faith in Allah, believe in me and its plastic
 Cuz so far I done witnessed to many dead niggaz in caskets
 With they chest plates stretched like elastic
 And whats worse I'm on front line
 Holding down, camps still mashing
 Heard my cousin one of the old heads from the block
 Just came home October of 95
 Back in Yardsville, stuck with a three to five
 if he don't act up, now he realize
 If you don't stay wise, then in this game you fucked
 Talk to my baby girl
 Give me the word on what she heard
 One of the grimmies is snitching
 Deamond a stool pigeon
 I taked to him, he said he didn't
 My man said he did, in fact he sure
 cuz he just came home off bail