So Many Tears Part Three

Lord
I suffer through tha years
and shed so many tears
Lord
I lost so many peers, shed so many tears

Now i'm lost and i'm weary
so many tears, i'm suicidal, so don't stand near me
my every move is a compilated step
ta bring me closer
to embrace an early death now there's nothing left
there was no mercy on tha streets
I couldn't rest
I'm barely standing, bout to go to pieces, screaming peace
and though my soul was deleted, I couldn't see it
I had my mind full of deamons tryin' ta break free
they planted seeds and they hatched sparking tha flame
in my brain like a match, such a dirty game
no memories, just misery
painting a picture of my enemies killing me in my sleep
will I survive till' tha morning ta see tha sun
please lord forgive me for my sins
cause here I come...

Weary is more than a word, it is a state of mind. I myself am weary. I am tired all the time. But when you add poverty to that and the participating in the so called dirty game, selling drug and banging women it can be too much to handle. Especially for a tender soul like Tupac in such a macho exterior. It can lead to madness