Ayy

Rippin' fuckin' organs, then package it, leave in storage

My mind's fucked, all this shit's turnin' to porridge

I won't die, lookin' up, and the moon's orange

Growin' bored, life sucks and I won't spill what I'm pourin'

In a world lost without a trace of sin

What's the point in livin' if you live to pay the rent?

My parents gave up, left, 'cause I'm too established

With one leg shorter, how'd he never lose his balance?

Ayy, I got my eyes wide open

Cross my heart and hope to die, my mind's not copin'

Zit poppin', gross fuckin' human of the depths

Termites in my brain, full of movin' in my head

Luggage packed, walkin' back to the insecurity

Painted like a candy cane, the day they finally bury me

Stop flippin' the script out, it'll cost your life

My mind's messed up, and I'm cold out for the night

I never wanted to be no star, this ain't my job

Don't care if everybody don't cheer for me

You know what I'm sayin'?

If you're not cheerin' for me for what I'm doin', don't cheer for me

Don't cheer 'cause you think I'm cute, you know what I'm sayin'?

Screw that, cheer for me for what I'm doin', for what I stand for

And when I go to jail, you should cheer louder

You know what I'm sayin'?

'Cause I'm-I'm standin' up for what I do

I'm not robbin' nobody, not stealin' from nobody

I never took nothin', everything I do, I do to represent my people

I do because I think this is what they want me to do

Like, this is all I want to say, for all the people that doubt me

I had no record all my life, okay? No record, no police record

Until I made a record, as my video was debuting on MTV

I was behind bars gettin' beat up by the police department

I got a ten million dollar lawsuit

They a-they said they would settle with me and everything

You know what I'm sayin'?

But nobody cared about that, that weren't what blew up all on the news

In Oakland?

They didn't see me, they did not see me on TV with my eye busted

My hair busted, there's pictures of those

In Oakland you're talking about?

Yes, in Oakland, you don't see them pictures

You see pictures of Tupac comin' out of jail in cuffs

You don't see pictures of the police standin' over me, beatin' my brains in

You don't see that, but I see that

That's what I see, you know what I'm sayin'?

So it's all real (It's all real, it's all real, it's all real)