I Ain't Mad at Cha

I couldn't find a place to rest/Until I got that 'thug life' tattered on my chest...

I lost so many peers/I've shed so many tears

So I was just chillin' at the crib when I decided to smoke one of those cigars dad got from Mexico. Dad has a 'no smoking' rule in his apartment, but he was gone, off drinking cafe con leche somewhere. Anyway, I lit it up, and guess who walks in right before I could get my good puffs. And he still wasn't mad! Praise da Lord for that new woman. Still I rise...