Every soldiers gotta story to tell
Look.
He's saggin' his kaky's known for being a real bad little rascal.
He's only seventeen but willing to cock the mack back and blast it, inspired by the gangsters that proceeded him, more dangerous when there was weed in him.
His nickname was NWA, he rarely when home to those, his moms is on that blow to the nose, so she got blows to the nose, when she would go through his clothes.
His own father was a closet homosexual, moms done pulled him out when she found out he had molested him.
To high, her brain was just to fried, from angel dust.
No kind of stable love, left Tupac to raise em' up.
So now we got me against the world, spinning from the CD playing right into his heart, flippin' off the lord.
No church in him, his nine milla gave him plenty confidence, he saw it as a place hipocrites couldn't conscious's.
He never had one he felt his circumstances hurt his chances for wings, so now it's damage he brings, they call em' tragedy.
Young man (young man),
Sometimes it gets hard along the way.
When we pray before we say amen, God is on his way Look.
Tragedy's bolder than ever, he's got the crazy braids streched to his shoulders, with the razer blade next to each moller.
Homeless by choice sleeping in abandoned buildings, waiting for God to answer he weaps in his hands until then.
Distored continents aboard the continent, these voices tell him, wonder if his mother missed him at all, not a Christian at all, but he knows that only God can save him.
He finds it hard to praise him.
Gives him altamatem.
He knew physcially pops was gone, he missed him but didn't cry, mentally moms was gone, she slit her wrists didn't die.
So he prayed for her, every day.
Lord just let me see her again, we knee deep in sin, we both need to be clensed.
I know she did some stuff, I did some stuff.
Before tragedy said, I'm in and raised him eye lids up, help was in route by Gods amazing grace.
He hears amazing grace, the very same amazing grace his mother sang him all those sleepless nights he laid awake.
Had an amazing pace his heart begins to speed up, now he races up younge's lane and kicks open the church doors, it was his moma, she was singing to him, she looks at her son and starts singing to him and this is what she said.
(Into):
Young man (young man),
Sometimes it gets hard along the way.
When we pray before we say amen, God is on his way.