(Tupac). As real as it seems the American Dream. Ain't nothing but another calculated scheme. To get us locked up shot up or back in chains. To deny us of the future rob our names.
They finally did it (what's that?) They stole the mic I grip. Now that it's gone (what's wrong?) I'm feelin' tired and sick. (How did they do it?) I don't know I wasn't sleepin' that long.