In My Brain All I Think About

If I Upset You, Don't Stress. Never Forget That God Isn't Finished With Me Yet. I Feel His Hand On My Brain... When I Write Rhymes, I Go Blind And Let The Lord Do His Thang.

Is It A Crime, To Fight, For What Is Mine?

Everything In Life Is Not All Beautiful, Not All Fun. There Is Lots Of Killing And Drugs.

There's A Machine That I Have Nothing To Do With. It's Called The "tupac Machine."

With All This Extra Stressin The Question I Wonder Is After Death, After My Last Breath When Will I Finaly Get To Rest? Through This Supression They Punish The People That's Askin Questions And Those That Possess, Steal From The Ones Without Possesions The Message I Stress: To Make It Stop Study Your Lessons Don't Settle For Less - Even The Genius Asks-es Questions Be Grateful For Blessings Don't Ever Change, Keep Your Essence The Power Is In The People And Politics We Address.