Until The End Of Time - 2Pac, R.L. Hugger, Samuel J. "Tone" Barnes

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, cmon

Perhaps I was addicted to tha dark side

Some where inside my childhood

I missed 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 and passed

The hard times, make a true friend afraid to ask

For currency, but you can run to me when we need me, I’ll never leave

Honestly, someone to believe, and as you can see

This is our thang through and true

What could I do?

Real homies help you get through

And comin knew, he’d do the same thang if he could

Cuz in the hood true homies make you feel good

And half the time we’d be actin up, call the cops

Bringin the cease to the peace that was on my block

It neva stops

When my mama asked me will I change?

I tell her yea, but its clear I’ll always be tha same

Until the end of time

Chorus

Take

These broken wings

I need your hands to come and heal me once again (until the end of time)

So I can flyyyyyyyyy, till the end of time

Till the end of time

Please Lord forgive me for my life of sin

My hard stare seems to scare all my sisters kids

So you know

I don’t hang around tha house much

It’s all like the money makin got me outta touch

Shit

Ain’t flashed a smile in a long while

And unexpected birth worst, of the ghetto childs

My attitude got me walkin solo

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, cmon

Perhaps I was addicted to tha dark side

Some where inside my childhood

I missed 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 and passed

The hard times, make a true friend afraid tone in my low low

Watchin tha whole world move in slow mo, ha

For quiet times, disappear listen to the ocean

Smokin ports, thinkin thoughts, and its back to coastin

Who can I trust in this cold world?

My phony homie had a baby by my own girl

But i aint trippin, I’ma playa, I aint sweatin him

I sex his sista, had her mo good like a Mexican

His next a kid

No remorse it was meant to happen

Besides rappin, the only thang I did good was scrap

Until the end of time

Chorus

Take

These broken wings

I need your hands to come and heal me once again (until the end of time)

So I can flyyyyyyyyyyyy, flyyy

Till the end of time

Till 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 flyyyyyyyy, flyyyyyyy

Till the end of time

Till the end of time

Now who’s ta say if I was right or wrong?

Ta live my life as an outlaw all along, remain strong

In this planet full of playa hatas

They conversate, but Death Row, full of demonstratas

And in tha end drinkin henno ask

For currency, but you can run to me when we need me, I’ll never leave

Honestly, someone to believe, and as you can see

This is our thang through and true

What could I do?

Real homies help you get through

And comin knew, he’d do the same thang if he could

Cuz in the hood true homies make you feel good

And half the time we’d be actin up, call the cops

Bringin the cease to the peace that was on my block

It neva stops

When my mama asked me will I change?

I tell her yea, but its clear I’ll always be tha darkside