Kids Essay, Research Paper

Letter 2 My Unborn

To my unborn child..

To my unborn child.. in case I don’t make it

Just remember daddy loves you

[talking in background]

To my unborn child..

To my unborn..

[2Pac]

Now ever since my birth, I’ve been cursed since I’m born to wild

in case I never get to holla at my unborn child

Many things learned in prison, blessed and still livin

Tryin to earn every penny that I’m gettin, and reminiscin

to the beginnin of my mission

When I was conceived, and came to be in this position

My momma was a Panther loud, single parent but she proud

when she witnessed baby boy rip a crowd

To school, but I dropped out, and left the house

Cause my mama say I’m good for nothin, so I’m out

Since I only got one life to live, God forgive me for my sins

Let me make it and I’ll never steal again, or deal again

My only friend is my misery

Wantin revenge for the agony they did to me

See my life ain’t promised but it’ll sure get better

Hope you understand my love letter, to my unborn child

[Chorus: sung, with 2Pac ad libs]

I’m writing you a letter

This is to my unborn child

Wanna let you know I love you

Love you, if you didn’t know I feel this way

How I, think about you every day

I have so much to say

[2Pac]

Seems so complicated to escape fate

And you can never understand ’til we trade places

Tell the world I feel guilty to bein anxious

Ain’t no way in hell, that I could ever be rapist

It’s hard to face this, cold world on a good day

When will they let the little kids in the hood play?

I got shot five times but I’m still breathin

Livin proof there’s a God if you need a reason

Can I believe in my own fate

Will I raise my kids in the right, or the wrong way?

Dear mama I’m a man now

I wanna make it on my own, not a handout

Make way for a whirlwind prophesized

I wanna go in peace.. when I gotta die

On these cold streets, ain’t no love, no mercy, and no friends

In case you never see my face again

To my unborn child

[Chorus]

[2Pac]

Dear Lord can you hear me, tell me what to say

to my unborn seed in, case I pass away

Will my child get to feel love

Or are we all just cursed to be street thugs? Cause bein black hurts

And even worse if you speak first

Livin my life as an Outlaw, what could be worse?

Cause maybe if I tried to change

Who I’m kiddin? I’ma thug ’til I die, I’ma rider mayne

Touch bases, eat lunch at plush places

Regular criminal oasis awaits us

If there’s a ghetto for true thugs, I’ll see you there

And I’m sorry for not bein there

Just know your daddy was a soldier, me against the world

Bless the boys, and all my little girls

To the Lord I’m eternal, restin in peace

Please take care of all my seeds, to my unborn child

[Chorus - repeat to fade]

[2Pac over Chorus]

To my unborn child.. please take of all my kids

My unborn child.. to my unborn child

This letter goes out to.. to the seeds that I might not get to see

cause of this lifestyle

Just know that your daddy loves you, got nuttin but love for you

All I wanted was for you have a better life than I did

That’s why I was out here on a twenty-four hour 365 grind

When you get to be my age you’ll understand

Just know I got love for you

And I’ll see you up there in the ghetto heaven

Cause ghetto heaven gotta be there.. haha, take care

Run wild, but be smart

Follow the rules of the game

I know that sometimes it’s confusin

The rules of the game is gonna get you through it, all day everyday

Watch out for these snakes and fakes, friends comin down the way..