Better Dayz (Disc Two) *

* originally appeared on the "Still Smokin`: Chronic 2000" compilation<br><br>[Intro: 2Pac]<br>Let us pray<br>Heavenly Father, hear a nigga down here<br>Before I go to sleep<br>Tell me, who do you believe in?<br>Who do you believe in?<br><br>[Verse One: 2Pac]<br>I see mothers in black cryin, brothers in packs dyin<br>Plus everybody`s high, too doped up to ask why<br>Watchin our own downfall, witness the end<br>It`s like we don`t believe in God cause we livin in sin<br>I asked my homie on the block why he strapped, he laughed<br>Pointed his pistol as the cop car passed and blast<br>It`s just another murder, nobody mourns no more<br>My tear drops gettin bigger but can`t figure what I`m cryin for<br>Is it the miniature caskets, little babies<br>Victims of a stray, from drug dealers gone crazy<br>Maybe it`s just the drugs, visions of how the block was<br>Crack came and it was strange how it rocked us<br>Perhaps the underlyin fact stay high explain genocide<br>It`s when we ride on our own kind<br>What is it we all fear, reflections in the mirror<br>We can`t escape fate, the end is gettin nearer<br><br>[Chorus 2X: 2Pac]<br>Who do you believe in?<br>I put my faith in God, blessed and still breathin<br>And even though it`s hard, that`s who I believe in<br>Before I`m leavin, I`m askin the grievin - who do you believe in?<br><br>[Verse Two: 2Pac]<br>Can`t close my eyes cause all I see is terror<br>I hate the man in the mirror<br>Cause his reflection makes the pain turn realer<br>Times of Armageddeon, murder in mass amounts<br>In this society where only gettin the cash counts<br>I started out as a beginner<br>Entered the criminal lifestyle became a sinner<br>I make my money and vacate, evade prison<br>Went from the chosen one to outcast, unforgiven<br>And all the Hennessy and weed can`t hide, the pain I feel inside<br>You know, it`s like I`m livin just to die<br>I fall on my knees and beg for mercy, not knowin if I`m worthy<br>Livin life thinkin no man can hurt me<br>So I`m askin -- before I lay me down to sleep<br>Before you judge me, look at all the shit you did to me, my misery<br>I rose up from the slums, made it out the flames<br>In my search for fame will I change? I`m askin<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Verse Three: Kadafi]<br>Faith in Allah, believe in me and this plastic<br>Cause so far I done witnessed to many dead niggaz in caskets<br>With they chest plates stretched like elastic<br>And what`s worse I`m on front line, holdin down camp, still mashin<br>Heard my cousin, one of the old heads from the block<br>Just came home October of `95 back in Yardsville stuck<br>with a three to five, if he don`t act up, now he realize<br>If you don`t stay wise, then in this game you fucked<br>Talk to my baby girl, give me the word on what she heard<br>One of the grimmies is snitchin, Diamond a stool pigeon I talked to him<br>He said he didn`t, my man said he did, in fact he`s sure<br>Cause he just came home off of bail<br><br>[2Pac] Now tell me<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Outro: spoken word]<br>Who do you believe in?<br>Is it Buddah, Jehovah, or Jah? Or Allah?<br>Is it Jesus? Is it God? Or is just yourself?<br>Definately not to be imposed, being a demon<br>Because this is the joy of believing!<br>Men, to believe in yourselves<br>But for sure, the higher power<br>Resides only to ride in the heart of the true<br>From the soul, of the man; for truth never has an alibi<br>In the poetry, or in it`s realm<br>That`s what pulls all words together<br>Just to understand, that every man, is his OWN man<br>And only man can satisfy the man<br>Only the soul of the man, the feelings of the man<br>The for realness of the man<br>You can`t shake the man when you feel the man you know the man<br>And you gotta call yourself because you are that man<br><br>[2Pac]<br>Who do you believe in?<br>I put my faith in God, blessed and still breathin<br><br>[singing while 2Pac speaks]