Organs

[Intro]
Ayy

[Verse]
Rippin' fuckin' organs, then package it, leave in storage
My mind's fucked, all this shit's turnin' to porridge
I won't die, lookin' up, and the moon's orange
Growin' bored, life sucks and I won't spill what I'm pourin'
In a world lost without a trace of sin
What's the point in livin' if you live to pay the rent?
My parents gave up, left, 'cause I'm too established
With one leg shorter, how'd he never lose his balance?
Ayy, I got my eyes wide open
Cross my heart and hope to die, my mind's not copin'
Zit poppin', gross fuckin' human of the depths
Termites in my brain, full of movin' in my head
Luggage packed, walkin' back to the insecurity
Painted like a candy cane, the day they finally bury me
Stop flippin' the script out, it'll cost your life
My mind's messed up, and I'm cold out for the night

[Outro: 2Pac]
I never wanted to be no star, this ain't my job
Don't care if everybody don't cheer for me
You know what I'm sayin'?
If you're not cheerin' for me for what I'm doin', don't cheer for me
Don't cheer 'cause you think I'm cute, you know what I'm sayin'?
Screw that, cheer for me for what I'm doin', for what I stand for
And when I go to jail, you should cheer louder
You know what I'm sayin'?
'Cause I'm-I'm standin' up for what I do
I'm not robbin' nobody, not stealin' from nobody
I never took nothin', everything I do, I do to represent my people
I do because I think this is what they want me to do
Like, this is all I want to say, for all the people that doubt me
I had no record all my life, okay? No record, no police record
Until I made a record, as my video was debuting on MTV
I was behind bars gettin' beat up by the police department
I got a ten million dollar lawsuit
They a-they said they would settle with me and everything
You know what I'm sayin'?
But nobody cared about that, that weren't what blew up all on the news
In Oakland?
They didn't see me, they did not see me on TV with my eye busted
My hair busted, there's pictures of those
In Oakland you're talking about?
Yes, in Oakland, you don't see them pictures
You see pictures of Tupac comin' out of jail in cuffs
You don't see pictures of the police standin' over me, beatin' my brains in
You don't see that, but I see that
That's what I see, you know what I'm sayin'?
So it's all real (It's all real, it's all real, it's all real)