Old man: Man, i've been strugglin' to get in her for a long time..
your gonna have to earn your way, sure hope you can make it
Pac: Imma try, thanks alot
Change? everybody changes, it's all a part of growin up. As long as
when you change, change for the better, i believe nobody can be mad at you
at least..i aint mad at cha
Yea..I and mad at cha..lemme see ya hands..I aint mad at cha.....
Check out this one, Now we was once two brothers of the same kind,
quick to approach a ghetto cutie with the same line, you was just a little
smaller but you still rolled, got stretched to Y.A hit the hood swoll, member
when you had a jhery curl never quite learned, drinkin' ninty proof on the roof
trippin off sherm, collect calls to your till, saying how you change
oh your a muslim now, no more dope games
I just got the phone call heard you got bail, wanna go to the mosque no time
for females, im loosin' touch with my homie he's a changed man,
he hit the pen and now no sinnin' is the game plane, when i say im livin'
large all you see is the struggle, when i say im still thuggin' all you see
is the trouble.
Congratulations on the wedding, i hope you wife knows, she gotta playa fo' life
and everybody miss you, i know we grew apart you probably dont remember, i used to fain for
your sister but never take you with her. And i can see us at the school we bombed, on the first playahaters
with the wrong set on, now the whole thing's changed, cuz we dont need to kick it, got a big
money scheme and you aint even with it
knew in my heart you was the same young brother that, when it's time to roll, go toe to toe watch your brothers back
I can't even lie, cuz i aint laughin' at you, your tryin' hard to maintain, but go ahead cuz i aint mad at cha..
Chorus:Ooohhhh...I aint...mad at cha....(pac:i aint mad at cha) I aint..mad at chaaaaa
We used to be like distant cousins, fighting, playin' dozens, whole neighbourhood buzzin, knowin, that we wasnt
used to catch us on the roof, or behind the stairs, im getting blissed, when i reminisce on all the times we shared
besides bumpin' and grindin' was'nt nothin' on our mind, in time we learned to live a life of crime, remind me back to a
place with mr younger one.
I call the felony lovin the way the guns blow, and even though we separated, you told me you'll wait dont give nobody my lovin while
i'll be locked upstate, i kissed my mama goodbye, and wiped the tears from her lonely eyes, said i'll return but i gotta fight for
the place to ride, no shed tears cuz mama i aint happy here, i'll be traveling, no one smiles for a couple years, the got me going
max, im knockin bustas on their backs in my cell, thinkin' hell i know one day ill be back, but soon as i touch down, i told my girl
ill be there so prepare to get loved now, my homies wanna kick it, but im just laughin at ya, ya'll playin' to many games..but i aint mad at cha
-Chorus-
Father forgive us for livin' with all my homies stuck in prison, barely breathin' believin' that the world is a prison, i'ts like a ghetto we can never leave
our broken rolls, givin room to the cracks or the ?comply? so many other things for us to see, things to be our history full of tragedy and misery
to all my homies never made it homie, the dead dears i shed tatto tears for, when im alone.
Picture us inside of ghetto heaven, a place to rest, rhyme and peace to this land of stress, in my chest i feel pain comin' sudden storms
life full of rain in this game watch ?valeya thongs? our unborn, never got to grow never got to see what's next, in this world full of countless stress, i beg god
to make a way for our ghetto kids to breath, show a sign make us all believe, cuz i aint mad at cha..
pac speakin:this is for all the homeboys that passed away, (i aint mad) all the homeboys locked in jail, all the people that lost a loved one this year...(chorus in background)we aint mad...
I aint...mad at cha....(pac: i aint mad at cha) I...aint mad at cha..(hell naw i aint mad at cha)...
