Tupac Summary

They're gonna kill me now, I'm at death's door
Can't sleep, got a Mossberg under the sheets
They all hate me because I was born poor
Soon, I'll be living on my own two feet

Saw Jimmy Henchman at the park today
Told me to tell you you're gonna make it
Don't listen to Jay-Z, because he's lame
Just got this drug, time for me to bake it

I got shot five times, but I'm still breathing
And then I got shot a whole lot more times
If mom saw this album, she'd be seething
I'd better hurry up and make these rhymes

Look at me, I'm on TV, and I'm sane
Went triple platinum, I can't complain