Good times...

Good times...

Tell me why are we so blind to see
That the ones we hurt are you and me

As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I take a look at my life and realize theres not much left
Cuz I've been blastin and laughin so long
That even my mama thinks that my mind is gone
But I ain't never crossed a man that did't deserve it
He be treated like a punk, you know that son heard up
You better watch how you talkin' and where you walkin'
Or you and your homiez might be lined in chalk
I really hate to trip, but I gotta, Loc
As they cope, I see myself in the pistol smoke, fool
I'm the kinda G the little homiez wannabe like
On my knees in the night
Saying prayers in the street light

Chorus:

We've been spending most our lives living in the Gangsta's Paradise
We've been spending most our lives living in the Gangsta's Paradise
We've been spending most our lives living in the Gangsta's Paradise
We've been spending most our lives living in the Gangsta's Paradise

Verse Two:

They got the situation
They got me facin'
I can't live with no more rights
I was raised by the stripes
So I gotta be down with the hood team
Too much television watchin' got me chasin' dreams
I'm an educated fool with money on my mind
Got my 10 in my hand and the green in my eye
Im a loced-out gangsta set-trippin banger
And my homiez is, so don't arouse my anger, fool
Death ain't nuthin' but a heartbeat away
I'm livin' life doin' time, what can I say?
I'm 23, now how will I live to see 24
The way things is goin', I dunno

Chorus:

Tell me why are we so blind to see
That the ones we hurt are you and me

We've been spending most our lives living in the Gangsta's Paradise
We've been spending most our lives living in the Gangsta's Paradise
We've been spending most our lives living in the Gangsta's Paradise
We've been spending most our lives living in the Gangsta's Paradise

Verse Three:

Power and the money, money and the power
Minute after minute, hour after hour
Everybody's runnin', but half of them ain't lookin'
At whats goin' on in the kitchen
But I dont know what's kickin'
They say I gotta learn, but nobody's here to teach me
If they can't understand it, how can they reach me?
I guess they can't
I guess they won't
I guess they front
That's why I know my life is outta luck, fool

Chorus:

We've been spending most our lives living in the Gangsta's Paradise
We've been spending most our lives living in the Gangsta's Paradise
We've been spending most our lives living in the Gangsta's Paradise
We've been spending most our lives living in the Gangsta's Paradise

Tell me why are we so blind to see
That the ones we hurt are you and me

Tell me why are we so blind to see
That the ones we hurt are you and me

Ahh, a trip back to the rave-olutionary period. Someone have any rolls and a pacifier, please?

ooooo *raves* sweet mis
~Kinta