U Can Be Touched
2Pac & The Outlawz Lyrics

Life, what the fuck is life for niggas like us?
Life is a constant struggle and challenge for people like us, filled with pain, hardships, and injustice.

Been waking up to another muthafuckin' day
Every day is a reminder of the harsh reality and the difficulties we face.

I'm the type of soldier, A nigga that seen Everything in my muthafuckin' eyes
I am a battle-hardened individual who has witnessed and experienced the worst aspects of life firsthand.

I seen my parents get killed To my muthafuckin' eyes
I witnessed the tragic murder of my parents, which left a permanent scar on my soul.

I seen my brother kill his-self in my eyes
I watched as my own brother took his own life, burdened by the pain and despair of this life.

I seen Pac, yak, die in the struggle in my eyes
I witnessed the death of Pac, a fellow soldier, in the ongoing fight for justice and survival.

So I know anybody can be touched You know what I mean?
I understand that nobody is immune to the harsh realities of life and that anyone can face tragedy and hardship.

Oh God forgive me Somebody please say a prayer for me
I carry the weight of my sins and mistakes, and I desperately seek redemption through the prayers of others.

Needed my parents But they was never there for me
I longed for the love, care, and support of my parents, but they were absent from my life.

Believe in everything they feed me I'm seeing demons
I was influenced and manipulated by false promises and lies, leading me to confront inner demons and struggles.

I wake up screaming Who believe me or was I dreaming?
I often wake up from nightmares, questioning whether anyone truly understands and believes in my pain and experiences.

Five fingers on the .45 chrome Dead aim at my brain, infrared with no lights on
I face the constant threat of violence and death, with someone always ready to pull the trigger and end my life.

I ain't afraid to die, I want to see what's after this I'm living blind writing rhymes Til they capture this
I have no fear of death because I am eager to uncover the mysteries of the afterlife. I continue to express my thoughts and emotions through my music, hoping to leave a lasting legacy.

And if we die let the world understand why Soldier my eyes hate to see a young thug cry
In the event of our deaths, I want the world to comprehend the reasons behind our struggles and sacrifices. I despise witnessing young individuals like myself suffering and shedding tears.

They seeing us inside a casket That's how they see us
People perceive us as destined for an early grave, as if our lives are inherently doomed and insignificant.

Oh God forgive us ghetto bastards We human beings
We, the neglected individuals of the ghetto, seek forgiveness from God for the circumstances we are born into. We deserve to be recognized as human beings, worthy of empathy and understanding.

They leaving us inside this hell-hole Just waiting to fail so they tell us That's what jail for
Those in power deliberately confine us within this oppressive environment, hoping for us to succumb to failure. They justify imprisoning us as a supposed solution to our struggles.

Adolescence young teens turned violent It's floating, in a world turned silent
Teenagers in their adolescence often resort to violence as a means of survival. In a world where hope and support are scarce, aggression becomes prevalent.

'Cause you could be touched
The harsh reality is that anyone can become a victim of violence and suffer the consequences.

I live life High Speed Moving a million miles per hour Towards my destiny
I live a fast-paced life, constantly striving to achieve my goals and fulfill my purpose, racing towards my ultimate destiny.

Making decisions carelessly Yeah it's me, yo nigga man child
I often make impulsive decisions without fully considering the consequences. That's just who I am, a young man caught between maturity and naivety.

Bomb first stand proud Ain't looking for hand-outs
I assert my dominance and refuse to rely on others for assistance. I prefer to take matters into my own hands.

Twenty-five years up in this bitch And I'll be damned if I ain't leaving rich
I have spent a significant portion of my life facing hardships and challenges. I am determined to overcome these obstacles and leave this world with wealth and success.

And leave my kids a grip I let my blood drip off in this thug shit
I aspire to leave a substantial inheritance for my children. I am willing to shed my blood and sacrifice myself for the life of a thug.

You can be touched, I catch you slippin' while I'm on a money mission Like right now, 30 dollars to my John Hancock Try to get mo' so my shit don't flock I lick off shots for everything they owe me
Nobody is safe from my wrath if they cross me while I am focused on earning money. Even with limited funds, I am determined to accumulate more wealth and prevent my empire from crumbling. I won't hesitate to use violence to collect what is owed to me.

And when it's my time to go I pray the Lord hold me
When the moment of my death eventually arrives, I hope that the Lord provides comfort and support in my final hours.

I was born in the city that never sleeps Schooled by the realest of the real niggas That ever breathed And I was big when I was young And now I see that I was dumb
I was raised in a bustling city known for its constant activity. My upbringing was shaped and influenced by the most authentic and genuine individuals who have ever lived. In my younger days, I held a misguided sense of importance, but now I realize how foolish I was.

My nigga, Lonnie just got hit with 10, 10 years For trusting a friend They left him stuck in the Penn I love him, we all here just to die here, plus Nobody cares what got here
My friend, Lonnie, received a harsh prison sentence of 10 years for placing trust in a supposed ally. He is now confined within the walls of a penitentiary. We are all destined to die within this environment, and it seems like nobody cares to understand the circumstances that led us here.

Touched by a angel and kissed by the Lord Praise the thug ways and I'll never be bored
I believe I have been guided and protected by a higher power, despite the struggles I face. I find solace and fulfillment in embracing the lifestyle of a thug.

Why grieve this life Planted by the fiends and pipes Green lights so I'm seeing-seeing everything twice Pretty much of nothing nice (Naw) we sucking it up Even when we get a job, we fucking it up Like it can't happen to us I could never be a bum Yeah right, you wound up one God forbid I'm touched, y'all keep living it up Look and learn Next it could be your turn, word
Why should I mourn or lament over the existence I have been born into, controlled by drug addiction and an environment that breeds despair? I constantly witness the consequences of our actions and the harsh realities we face. Life offers very little positivity or goodness. Yet, we continue to accept our circumstances and make poor choices, even when we have the opportunity to find employment. We naively believe that we are immune to the struggles of others, rejecting the possibility of ending up destitute. However, we should be cautious and observant, as our turn to suffer may come sooner than expected.

Yes this a felonies' hobby That got me here thinking robbery Day to day all year long Teflon protects my body It's such unimportant in this criminal cartel I'm caught and supporting me So in these streets of hockey I play the goalie, Secretz to war licks, and score shit Share between clients and homies Remember what Patcino told me Before he past Watch them clowns with them crocodile smiles Cause they phony, I get that cash, stay lonely And I'm point like a thong And it's survive for the strong Living outside the laws of this crooked world I was born touched
Engaging in criminal activities, such as robbery, has become a common practice for individuals like me. I face daily dangers and threats, with only a bulletproof vest providing me with a sense of protection. Within the criminal organization I am a part of, I am both a participant and a guardian, ensuring success during our illegal endeavors. I possess secret tactics and strategies, only to be shared with trusted allies. I am aware of the deceitful nature of those who wear fake smiles, warning others to be cautious. I prioritize making money above all else, even if it results in loneliness and isolation. I am focused and vigilant, constantly navigating the treacherous world outside the boundaries of the law. My existence has been marked by a predisposition for trouble and illegal activities.