Essay About Bumpin N Grindin And Comin Home

Growing up in the Ghetto
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Change, shit
I guess change is good for any of us
Whatever it take for any of yall niggaz to get up out the hood
Shit, Im wit cha, I aint mad at cha
Got nuttin but love for ya, do your thing boy
Yeah, all the homies that I aint talk to in a while
Ima send this one out for yall, knahmean?
Cause I aint mad at cha
Heard yall tearin up shit out there, kickin up dust
[Danny Boy] I aint
Givin a motherfucker, heheheheheh
Yeah, niggaz
[Danny Boy] mad at cha
Cause I aint mad at cha
[Verse One: 2Pac]
Now we was once two niggaz of the same kind
Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line
You was just a little smaller but you still roller
Got stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swoll
Member when you had a jheri curl didnt quite learn
On the block, witcha glock, trippin off sherm
Collect calls to the till, sayin how ya changed
Oh you a Muslim now, no more dope game
Heard you might be comin home, just got bail
Wanna go to the Mosque, dont want to
chase tail
I seems I lost my little homie hes a changed man
Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan
When I talk about money all you see is the struggle
When I tell you Im livin large you tell me its trouble
Congratulation on the weddin, I hope your wife know
She got a playa for life, and thats no bullshitin
I know we grew apart, you probably dont remember
I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her
And I can see us after school, wed BOMB
on the first motherfucker with the wrong shit on
Now the whole shits changed, and we dont even kick it
Got a big money scheme, and you aint even with it
Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad
Go toe to toe when its time for roll you got a brothers back
And I cant even trip, cause Im just laughin at cha
You tryin hard to maintain, then go head
cause I aint mad at cha
(Hmm, I aint mad at cha)
[Chorus: Danny Boy]
I aint, mad, at cha [2Pac:] (I aint mad at cha)
I aint, mad, at cha
[Verse Two: 2Pac]
We used to be like distant cousins, fightin, playin dozens
Whole neighborhood buzzin, knowin, that we wasnt
Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs
Im gettin blitzed and I reminsce on all the times we shared
Besides bumpin n grindin wasnt nothin on our mind
In time we learned to live a life of crime
Rewind us back, to a time was much too young to know
I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow
And even though we seperated, you said that youd wait
Dont give nobody no coochie while I be locked up state
I kiss my Mama goodbye, and wipe the tears from her lonely eyes
Said Ill return but I gotta fight the fates arrived
Dont shed a tear, cause Mama I aint happy here
Im through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years
They got me goin mad, Im knockin busters on they backs
in my cell, thinkin, “Hell, I know one day