When I was young me and my mama had beef
17 years old kicked out on the streets
Though back at the time I never thought I'd see her face
Ain't a woman alive that could take my mamas place
Suspended from school, scared to go home
I was a fool with the big boys, breaking all the rules
Shed tears with my baby sister
Over the years we was poorer than the other little kids
And even though we had different daddies
The same drama, when things went wrong we blamed mama
I reminisce on the stress I caused, it was hell
Huggin' on my mama from a jail cell
And who'd think in elementary, hey I'd see the penitentiary
One day, running from the police that’s right
Mama catch me, put a whoopin' to my backside
And even as a crack fiend mama 
You always was a black queen mama 
I finally understand for a woman it ain't easy trying to raise a man
You always was committed, poor single mother on welfare
Tell me how you did it, there's no way I can pay you back
But the plan is to show you that I understand
You are appreciated

(Chorus)
Lady, don't ya know we love ya
Sweet lady, place no one above ya
Sweet lady, don't ya know we love ya

Hit ‘em wid a little ghetto gospel 

[Chorus] 
Those who wish to follow me (my ghetto gospel) 
I welcome with my hands 
And the red sun sinks at last 
Into the hills of gold 
And peace to this young warrior 
Without the sound of guns 

If I could recollect before my hood days 
I’d sit and reminisce thinking of bliss on the good days 
I stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to'em 
They tested with stress that they under. 
And nowadays things change 
Everyone’s ashamed of the youth ‘cus the truth looked strange 
And for me its reversed we left em a world that’s cursed and it hurts 
Cause any day they’ll push the button. 
And all commend like Malcolm x and Bobby Hutton 
Died for nothin’. 
Gunna make u get teary the world looks dreary 
When you wipe your eyes see it clearly. 
There’s no need for you to fear me. 
If you take the time to hear me 
Maybe you can learn to cheer me. 
It aint about black or white, cus we're human 
I hope we see the light before it’s ruined 
My ghetto gospel 

Tupac Amaru Shakur♥

R.I.P 2Pac-  16 Juni 1971 - 13 September 1996. 
/Isa♥

                        DANJAH - MY LOVE

Jag såg en flicka här om dan som stod och tiggde efter mat
Jag satte mig bredvid och sa kom hit mitt lilla barn
Jag ska försöka förklara varför mamma hon är borta
Pappa han är död och ja du gråter allt för ofta
Jag vet att du tänker på den dagen då dom kom
I massa hellikoptrar allt du såg va ba en bomb
Du sprang ifrån lekparken rakt in i elden
Pappa han låg livlös på golven bredvid sängen
Under han låg lillebror som inte heller andas
Du sprang rakt ut och börja skrika efter mamma
Och nu är du här min svarta drottning på mitt knä
Står och tigger bröd, pengar i en stor misär
Önskar jag kunde torka bort din lilla tår
Ta dig hem till Sverige, ge en syster ti min son
Men tyvär har jag inge svar om varför dom försvann
Hon kliver ner från knäet och sträcker ut sin lilla hand