Lord Knows

Damn, another funeral, another mother fuckin' funeral.

Lord knows, lord knows, lord knows.

I smoke a blunt to take the pain out 
and if  I wasn't high, probably try and blow my brains out.
I'm hopeless. They should've killed me as a baby
and now they got me trapped in the storm, I'm goin' crazy.
Forgive me. They wanna see me in my casket,
and if I don't blast I'll be the victim of those bastards.
I'm losing hope, they got me stressin', can the Lord forgive me?
Got the spirit of a thug in me.
Another sip of that drink, this Hennesee got me queasy.
Don't wanna hurl, young nigga take it easy.
Picture your dreams on a triple beam,
and it seems don't underestimate the power of a fiend.
To my homies on the block. Slingin' rocks
with your Glocks. Put this tape in your box 
when your runnin' from the cops
and never look back .
If they could be black then they would switch,
open fire on those bust-ass bitches,
and Lord knows.

Lord knows, lord knows, lord knows.

I wonder if the Lord will forgive me and bury me a 'G'.
I couldn't let my adversaries worry me
and every single day it's a test. Wear a bullet-proof vest
and still a nigga's stressin' over death.
If I could choose when a nigga die
figure I'll take a puff on the blunt and let my trigger fly.
When everyday is another death with every breath,
it's a constant threat so watch your step.
You could be next if you want to. Who do you run to?
Murderin' niggas, look what it's come to.
My memories bring me misery,
and life is hard in the ghetto, it's insanity.
I can't breathe. got me thinkin', what do hell got?
'Cause I done suffered so much, I'm feelin' shell shocked.
And drive-by's are an everyday thing.
I done lost too many homies to this mother fuckin' game
and Lord knows.

Lord knows, lord knows, lord knows.

Fuck the Five-O cause they after me
kill me if they could I'll never let 'em capture me.
Done lost too many niggas to this gangbangin'.
Homies died in my arms, with his brains hangin'.
Fucked up! I had to tell him it was alright
and that's a lie, and he knew it when he shook and died.
My God, even though I know I'm wrong, man.
Hennesee make a nigga think he strong, man.
I cant sleep, so I stay up.
Don't wanna  fuck them bitches, 
try to clam me down I ain't givin' up.
I'm gettin' lost in the weed, man.
Gettin' high, livin' everyday, like I'm gonna die.
I smoke a blunt to take the pain out,
and if I wasn't high probably try to blow my brains out.
Lord knows.

Lord knows, lord knows, lord knows.
(Repeat .)


Transcription 1995 by Jim Moore for Relativity Labs, http://relativitylabs.com
Written by Tupac Shakur.
Copyright 1995 Interscope Records. All Rights Reserved.
Used without permisson.