Hehehe, these are my words to my first born..
    [2Pac]
  Can you picture, young niggaz in a rush to grow
  til hard timers in the pen, had to crush his throat
  Probably never even saw it comin - too busy bullshittin
  Caught him with his mouth runnin; ain't this a bitch
  They got me twisted in this game
  The feds and the punk, po-lice pointin pistols at my brain
  I wonder if I'm wrong cause I'm thugged out
  My homies murdered execution style runnin in the drug house
  what was supposed to be a easy hit - now shit is flipped
  cause niggaz died over bullshit - it's not my dream
  I'm seein pictures of a broken man, no witnesses
  Only the questions of who smoked the man, young adolescents
  in our prime live a life of crime, though it ain't logical
  We hobble through these tryin times, livin blind
  Lord help me with my troubled soul
  Why all my homies had to die 'fore they got to grow?
  And right before I put my head on the pillow, say a prayer one love
  to the thugs in heaven I'll see you there
  It's written for the young and dumb that wasn't warned
  Help you make it through the storm
  My words to my first born, feel me
    .. My words to my first born
  .. My words to my first born
    [2Pac]
  Since my very first day on this earth, I was cursed
  So I knew, that the birth of a child would make my life worse
  And though it hurt me there was no distortion
  Cause wild seeds can't grow, we need more abortions
  Quiet your soul, cause you know what you had to do
  And so did victims of a world they never came to
  I understand it's a better day comin
  Sometimes cats be sleepin on the dead end
  drivin with the car runnin blinded
  Ain't no love in the hood only hearts torn
  Love letters to the innocent and unborn
  All the babies that died up on the table
  Wasn't able to breathe, cause the family wasn't able
  Can't - blame her I would do the same
  All I could give it was my debt and my last name
  Cause in the game things change livin up and down
  This hard life got me walkin with my head down
  Flashin frowns wasn't meant to be, was I wrong?
  But I'll never get to know, so I carry on
  It's written for the young and dumb that wasn't born
  My words to my first born, feel me
    .. My words to my first born
  .. Mmm! (Yeah) These are the words to my first born
  .. Hey nigga talk to your born, talk to your seed nigga
    [Above the Law]
  Two thousand somethin somethin it's a new era
  A nigga's too real, now see shit too clear
  See there's more than just this scrilla and this tilt
  (What else is it dawg?)
  The velvet and the silk, and makin sure my kittens got they milk
  (Hoo!) Gotta fill this mattress, let my kids know I'm at this
  Attack this, the Mack must roll, hood stroll
  Ain't no question is it? Above the Law hustlers
  If it's related to chips, homey we'll handle ya
    Yo..
  Although we never take advantage though we always into ery'thang
  By all means, stack green, gangsta lean
  They say money make the world go 'round
  So only 'ssociate yourself with paper chasers
  and niggaz that's truly down - and keep God first
  And give thanks for the good times, as well as when it hurts
  It's player haters every corner you hit
  Touchin their tits, hella thick, tryin to get you for yo' grip
  I know you stressed out and fed up
  But come out, gun-blazin, and keep yo' head up
  You can call it what you want to but it ain't gon' change
  Above the Law, 2Pac, O.G.'s in this rap game
  And we done lived a long hard life
  And we done shed so many tears under these bright lights
  Y'all, although we grew up, corrupted and scorned
  We still got a lot of wisdom, to give to our first born
    [2Pac]
  What you gon' tell your kids nigga?
  Who was you? What was you doin? How did you put it down?
  These my words to my motherfuckin first born
  so they can know, y'knahmean? Hehehe
  Ain't nuttin but a motherfuckin rider, Wessyde 'til I die
  That's all it was, it's a crooked-ass hand they deal a motherfucker
  I just played to win, just played to win
  Motherfucker gotta bet agains the odds..