Until The End Of Time · 2Pac · R.L. Hugger

Until The End Of Time

℗ 2001 Amaru Entertainment, Inc.

Released on: 2001-01-01

Producer, Associated Performer, Recording Arranger: Johnny "J"
Producer, Co- Producer: Frank Nitty Pimentel
Producer, Co- Producer: Jamal Edgerton
Studio Personnel, Mixer: Claudio Cueni
Studio Personnel, Remixer: Samuel J. "Tone" Barnes
Composer Lyricist: Steven P. George
Composer Lyricist: Richard James Page
Composer Lyricist: John Ross Lang
Composer Lyricist: Tupac Shakur
Composer Lyricist: John Lang
Composer Lyricist: Johnny Jackson
Composer Lyricist: Steven George

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Perhaps I was addicted to the dark side
Somewhere inside my childhood witnessed my heart die
And even though we both came from the same places
The money and the fame made us all change places
How could it be? Through the misery that came to pass
The hard times make a true friend afraid to ask, for currency
But you could run to me when you need me, I'll never leave
Honestly, someone to believe in, as you can see

It's a small thing to a true, what could I do?
Real homies help you get through
And come to knew he'd do the same thing if he could
'Cause in the hood true homies make you feel good
And half the time we be actin' up, call the cops
Bringing the cease to the peace that was on my block
It never stops, when my mama ask me will I change
I tell her, yeah, but it's clear I'll always be the same
Until the end of time

Take, these broken wings
I need your hands to come and heal me once again (until the end of time)
So I can fly
'Til the end of time (until the end of time)
'Til the end of time

Please Lord forgive me for my life of sin
My hard stare seem to scare all my sister's kids
So you know, I don't hang around the house much
This all-night money making got me outta touch
Shit, ain't flashed a smile in a long while
An unexpected birth worst of the ghetto child
My attitude got me walking solo
Ride out alone in my low-low
Watching the whole world move in slo-mo

For quiet times, disappear, listen to the ocean
Smoking Ports, think my thoughts then it's back to coasting
Who can I trust in this cold world?
My phony homie had a baby by my old girl
But I ain't tripping, I'm a player, I ain't sweating him
I sexed his sister, had her mumbling like a Mexican
His next of kin, no remorse it was meant to happen
Besides rapping, the only thing I did good was scrapping
Until the end of time

So take these broken wings
I need your hands to come and heal me once again (until the end of time)
So I can fly
'Til the end of time ('til the end of, ooh)
'Til the end of time

Please take these broken wings
I need your hands to come and heal me once again (until the end of time)
So I can fly
'Til the end of time ('til the end of time)
'Til the end of time

Now who's to say if I was right or wrong
To live my life as an outlaw all along?
Remain strong in this planet full of player haters
They conversate but Death Row full of demonstrators
And in the end drinking Hennessy
Made all my enemies envy me
So cold when I flow eliminating easily
Fall to their knees, they plead for their right to breathe
While begging me to keep the peace (haha)

When I conceive closer to achieve
In times of danger don't freeze time to be a G
Follow my lead, I supply everything you need
An ounce of game and the training to make a G
Remember me, as an outcast outlaw
Another album out, that's what I'm about, more
Getting raw 'til the day I see my casket
Buried as a G while the whole world remembers me
Until the end of time

Lord take, these broken wings
I need your hands to come and heal me once again (until the end of time)
So I can fly
'Til the end of time ('til the end of time)
'Til the end of time

Lord take, these broken wings
I need your hands to come and heal me once again (until the end of time)
So I can fly away
'Til the end of time ('til the end of time)
'Til the end of time

If an angel comes down
And takes me away
The memories of me
And my songs will always stay (until the end of time)
'Til the end of time
'Til the end of time