A3

Too Sick To Pray

I'm in a lonely room
Hank Williams sings the Lovesick Blues
Winter's walking up the avenue
And I ain't seen the sunshine since the 6th of June
But I tell you this

Chorus:
Don't call the doctor, I'm gonna get better
Don't run for the priest, I'm gonna find some faith
Just because I burned my bible baby
It don't mean, I'm too sick to pray

I'm in a crowded place
But I can't recognize a single face
They say the thrill is in the chase
Well I ain't got the legs, ain't got the legs
To run that race

But I tell you this

Chorus:
Don't call the doctor, I'm gonna get better
Don't run for the priest, I'm gonna find some faith
Just because I burned my bible baby
It don't mean, I'm too sick to pray

They say I made my money messing up young minds
I stooped the congregation and left them crying in the rain
Yea left them with their pain
Exit your boy with his ill-got left them crying in the rain
Yea left them with their pain
Exit your boy with his ill-got pain
Exit your boy with his ill-gotten gains

Well the blood runs deep and the blood runs cold
As the knife slits so another sucker is born and thrown into this world alone
The doctor came knocking, wasn't nobody home
Better burn a candle light

Rap

Ease The Pain

Repeat Chorus

The doctor came knocking, wasn't nobody home

Ease the pain

Gotta find some faith

Repeat chorus

Better burn the candle bright

Rap

Ease The Pain

[For whatever reason you refuse to feel this space we're in, to know its insanity, really know it; whatever your particular anesthetic is, that you hold onto so desperate (the thing, I mean, that makes you think you know who you are); whatever that thing is you allow to keeps you sane, your ace in the hole, the psyche that keeps you trying to guess what your pimp has in store for you; whatever keeps you from screaming out at this very moment in absolute and sheer horror; whatever you fuck your brain with; whatever that is??whatever that is??it's a lie, it's a lie.]


She spends too much time with herself every night
Fooling around with her fears.
In the morning she mourns the decline of her mind
Drowning in a bottle of beer.
It's too dangerous just to think about what she might have been
If she'd sung for salvation, if she'd danced on her dreams.

But there's gonna be peace in the valley tomorrow
Lord, 'cos tonight she's gonna blow it all away
She feels so twisted, she ain't ever gonna fix it,
She's just waiting for the light to shine on a brand new day.

He don't know if he's a communist, a hedonist or a whore
Spent too much time ridin' on a white line to find the door
If he did and he opened it, he'd find those letters in the hall
He's too blind to read between the lines
'Cos the writing's on the wall.

But there's gonna be peace in the valley tomorrow
Lord, 'cos tonight he's gonna blow it all away
He feels so twisted, he ain't ever gonna fix it,
He's just waiting for the light to shine on a brand new day.

(Let that light shine awhile)

I got Ecstasy, but I need some company
You got that mystery; I need a plan
Lord, all I got is a compromise and a bag full of alibis
as empty as the bottle of whiskey in my shaking hands.

But there's gonna be peace in the valley tomorrow
Lord, 'cos tonight we're gonna blow it all away
We feel so fuckin' twisted, we ain't ever gonna fix it,
We're just waiting for the light to shine on a brand new day.

(Intro - Tupac) Tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do, Now Whats Next? Tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do, Now Whats Next? (Verse 1 - Tupac) Caught up in the middle, My lifes a riddle, Dont let it get ya, I wanna be legal, but its this hustle that gets me richer, One love to my peoples makin money, i can see you bubblin, Avoid all troubles, beware of devils, continue strugglin, Nothins impossible, if theres a will theres a way, So get your mind on official business, you can get paid, And it's been this way, from the cradle to the grave, To get paid my niggas do this every fuckin day, We part way, through politics and conversation, This information to my thug niggas in the complication, Watch and bear witness to the plesures of participation, Seperation, and self destruction, whats needed is unification, Cuz the world aint hardly scared, if not prepaired, Be sure to be burried, and be no longer there, But no one cares instead of share, all we get is stares, Cuz the fear will evapurate, say your prayers (Chorus - Tupac) And whats next? Hard livin got me going insane, But im addicted to the hustle, im trapped in the game, Whats next? Im going crazy, Tell me, tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do, Whats next? Hard livin got me going insane, But im addicted to the hustle, im trapped in the game, Whats next? Im going crazy, Tell me, tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do, (Verse 2 - A3) Makaveli tried to warn us, but niggaz aint listen to Pac, Now nigga really listen to Pac, Shit, You aint go it yet, Nope, Then you wont get it, Might as well measure him up, and have his ass fitted, Why?, I be slippin dawg, crippin didnt soak game, Got his wig split, like them shutters on the airplane, Never will change, niggas with no name, No shame, (?), I stay posted like a flag, Starin though my rear view, ballin in a Jag, Bounce wit me Cali body rot down in H Town, We gon put these artificial bustas in the place now, Time for a change, real niggaz rollin wit me, Money makin, swift desicions, we controllin the streets, Side tracked by the broads, and the frauds, Aint it strange, It's the reason so many niggaz get scared in the game, (Chorus - Tupac) And whats next? Hard livin got me going insane, But im addicted to the hustle, im trapped in the game, Whats next? Im going crazy, Tell me, tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do, Whats next? Hard livin got me going insane, But im addicted to the hustle, im trapped in the game, Whats next? Im going crazy, Tell me, tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do, (Verse 3 - Jay Rock) That money gotta make it, what i gotta do to make it, Do i really gotta take it, put this mack up to your face and, Doin wat we gotta do to survive, Jus ask Kwili, doin wat we do to get by, So nigga stick to the crime, picture nickle and dimes, What the fuck we spose to do, who gon give us a job, So i tried and i tried, tried to get out the grind, But the block kept on callin me back, Fiends kept on callin for crack, So i supply them wit that, gave them a reasonable fee, Nigga dont blame it on me, shit jus look around man, Niggaz and (?), LAPD is the target, Niggaz is heartless, hustle regaurdless, Look, that dope spot i used to (?), But now its jus a place to hide the guns in the closet, Watch your step, shifty grounds under the capret, We jus tryin hard not to see that coffin, (Chorus - Tupac) And whats next? Hard livin got me going insane, But im addicted to the hustle, im trapped in the game, Whats next? Im going crazy, Tell me, tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do, Whats next? Hard livin got me going insane, But im addicted to the hustle, im trapped in the game, Whats next? Im going crazy, Tell me, tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do,

Hit the dance round about midnight
Gin n juice and he's a feelin fine
Come morning all the signs went up
Policeman said the joint was shut
All the brothers gettin busted outside
Undercover officer readin em their rights
One way ticket boy your prison bound
The night the lights in Dallas went down so

How long we gonna wait until
We get the keys to the mansion on the hill
I want to know right now
How long we gonna waste our time
Boarding a bus that's boud for the welfare line
I want to know right now

Shakes the blues off and she tries her luck
Makes a little bet hopes the horse comes up
Picks your pockets for some easy money
Cause she blew the goddamn lot on the national lottery
Steals the paper and checks the front page
Headlines read the dancehall can't be saved
How can the open up the opera house
On the night the lights in Dallas went down

How long we gonna wait until
We get the keys to the mansion on the hill
I want to know right now
How long we gonna waste our time
Boarding a bus that's boud for the welfare line
I want to know right now

Tweak freak Tony on the 4 2 8
Special branch sting right time wrong place
Columbian connections in the corridors of power
Mean the man on the money ain't ever goin dowm
Lord Lucky takes his lady to the magic flute
A little taste of heat and now he's bullet proof
Tony tunes to underground radio
On the night the lights in Dallas went down

How long we gonna wait until
We get the keys to the mansion on the hill
I want to know right now
How long we gonna waste our time
Boarding a bus that's boud for the welfare line
I want to know right now