100 Bars of Truth, Pt. 1

[Intro - Tupac Speech]
It bothers me that I have to sidestep my youth to stand up and do some shit that somebody else supposed to be doing. You understand what I' m saying? It’s too many men out here for me to be doing this. 'Cause it ain’t my turn yet. I’m supposed to be following behind him, getting the knowledge. I don’t even have a chance to get the fucking knowledge. I can’t go to college; it’s too much problems out here. I don’t got the money, nobody do. You understand what I'm saying? So, what I’m saying is that it’s not as easy as we mapping it out to be, and we gotta stay real

[Verse - English Frank]
I'm all alone on my own
Drunk on the phone
Telling my bitch leave me alone
I'm sick of hearing you moan
I'm sick of living my life
On the knife's edge with the chrome
Faced to my face
The streets just won't leave me alone
There's fiends beefing over bones
Phone box is his homes
8 year old shotting an O
With 1 day with no phone
I learnt to hold my own
And back my coat on the raggedest roads
I seen guns from day 1
And never got shook or froze
So there's bare man out there now
Getting stripped on road
Not just for chains and phones
They're getting stripped for their clothes
And little girls I used to know
Are now stripping for dough
And certain man I used to know
Are no longer on road
They've been locked in cells
Or left dead in their home
And that man you call friend
Could end up being a foe
And that bitch you call wife
Can end up being a ho
You never know
Any day could be the day you're going to go
There's certain rules you have to know
When you're walking these roads
And certain crime codes you have to know
When talking on phones
Never walk alone at night
When you're out making pure dough
What with your dogs that have a man at the road
That's holding your Chrome
'Cause we live the unknown
So don't just shot to anyone you know
You never know
Any man could be a foe and want your dough
Yeah the streets are plotting
Estate walls have got ears
Dead peers made tears
But took away all fears
Drowning my sorrows in beers
For so many of these years
Now it's time for me to fix up
And step up a gear
If I don't I might as well
Take my life right here
'Cause there ain't no point me living
If I'm living with fear
But I just back another beer
Then write another rhyme
Trapped in this life of crime
Putting my life on the line
So when I put on my line
And start moving them 9s
Anything could happen
Anyone could blow up my spine
But this rap ting is mine
Don't ever try and say it's yours
Because you ain't done what I done
Seen what I saw
Schemed in the war
Been on the floor
Or ever had to go out robbing
When you're fiending for...
Well all I'm fiending for now
Is my album to drop
So I can drop it through your front door
So you can ignore
All these fake half-artists
That are making me snore
So fuck the States
It's time to represent what is yours
I'd rather be selling in stores
Than be selling my draws
But I ain't selling out for no one
I'd rather stay poor
I made a promise to myself
I'll always keep this raw
This for my real mandem
That's who I'm doing this for
That why it's vital
A vicious cycle of rivals
You're being lied to by your idols
They're there to blind you
Your bible was man-made
So why let it guide you?
When I dun kno that God
Ain't never come to find you
It's hell on earth and birth
I've been struck by the devil's curse
Ten-year-olds stealing from my mum's purse in the church
And it hurts
'Cause the thirst for life's getting worse
See anyone can meet the hearse
For getting murked for their work
And man are chatting bare fuckry
I don't let it bug me
The streets are so ugly
So I keep it rough like rugby
You'll find me with the skunk
Be a raw weed junky
With one mic, one pen
One pad and one key
But thank god for my mum
Without you, I'd be lost
I'd do anything for you
You know no matter the cost
'Cause I'm always pissed off
Pissed, pissed, always fucking
Yeah, I'm fucking always pissed off
But I know you're still dealing
With the loss of your son
John, I wish you could see me now
To see how much I grown up
Before I lost you
I never really knew about love
And now I have I took
The time to realise so much
Is my girl in love with me
Or is she lusting a thug?
So what's love? A four-letter word?
A rush from a drug?
Your man telling you he's there
And when he never shows up
And won't answer your phone
'Cause he's chilling at home with a slut?
See I know about love
And yeah I know about care
If I said I got your back, blud
I'll always be there
If you said it and you meant it
You're my brethren for life
Ride together, die together
Through the trouble and strife
My eyes are so sore
I'm sick of seeing fiends and whores
Seeing poor fight poor
While the rich ignore
The government have got us
Like we're pawns on a chessboard
While we can't do or say nothing
Just shut up and move forward
No, I ain't moving forward
And no I ain't moving back
I move in life just how I want
And yeah, I'm moving with straps
So fuck the government and fuck your tax
Fuck your laws
And fuck anyone out there
That is holding me back
And that's that!