Chords for Tupac Shakur & Johnny Cash - No Grave On Death Row.wmv

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I'm caught up in this sickness I've got my adversaries, but slip and let
go Witness one day if they'll catch me or will
this nigga sniff Should I shoot his bitch or make the nickel
Rick don't wanna commit murder, but damn they got me trapped
Hawking while I'm walking, they talking behind my back
I'm kinda schizophrenic, I'm in this shit to win it
This life's a wheel of fortune, it's my chance to spin it
Got no time for cops, you tripping tryna catch me
You fucking trick or happy, you let them suckers snap
You niggas getting jealous, tryna find my stash
Ripped off the 9, now I'mma dime off your ass
Peter picked a pepper, but I could pick her
Punk's assing like a bitch and threw him in the trunk
Punk thought I was bluffing, but square him nothing
Nights before I take your life, I was wrestling with these
Mics while I listened to a scream
Trading when insane, I guessed a little
Mic that finally found us, brand new Rolls
Pull me over, I'm sentenced to the pen
Remember that little bird you snitched and talked to
Friend, there's trouble on my mind, I'm with the old times
Fuck my bones
There ain't no grave _
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_ [Dm] _ _ [D] Dear mama, these cops don't understand me
Now I've turned to a life of crime, never came from a broken family
My uncle used to touch me, I never told you that
Scared what you might do, I couldn't hold you back
I kept it deep inside, let him feel my anger
I'm down for all my homies, no mercy for a stranger
It's a brother and myself, this 16 is swept
It's hard to attack when you're black and you're trapped in a living hell
Shouldn't have let him catch me
Instead of living sad in jail, I could've died feeling happy
And my cellmates raped on the noon
The pastor at the dome, you can hear his asshole getting torn
They made me an animal, can't sleep
Instead of counting sheep, niggas count cannibals
And that's how it is in the pen, turn nose and go
And your soul is your best friend
My mama prayed for me
Tell the Lord to make way for me, prepare any day for me
When they come for me, they find a struggle
To the death, I take the breath from the jugular
I've been tripping to never lose hope
I found my buddy and he's dead from a rope
There ain't no grave can hold my buddy down
_ [G] There ain't no grave [A]
can hold [D] my _ _ _ _ _ _
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[Dm] buddy down
[D] Dear mama, they sentenced me to death
Today's my final day, I'm counting every breath
I'm bitter cause I'm dying, so much I haven't seen
I know you never dreamed your baby would be dead at 16
I got beef with a sick society that doesn't give a shit
And they too quick to say goodbye to me
They tell me the preacher's dead for me
He's a crook with a book, that motherfucker never cared for me
He's only here to be sure
I don't drop a dollar, God, about the crimes he's committing on the poor
And how can these people judge me?
They ain't my peers and in all these years, they ain't never loved me
I never got to be a man, must be part of some big plan
To keep a nigga in the state pen
And to my homies out burying motherfuckers
Please stay clear of these Aryan motherfuckers
Cause once they got you locked up, they got you trapped
You better off getting shot up
You've been self-defensive the way we say
Strap back a gap every day
I wish I would've known while I was out there
Now I'm straight headed for the chair
There ain't no grave can hold my body down
_ [G] There ain't no grave [A]
can hold [Dm] my body down
_ [D] There ain't no grave can hold my body down
_ [G] There ain't no grave [A]
can hold [Dm] my body down
_ [D] There ain't no grave can hold my body down
_ [G] There ain't no grave [A]
can hold [Dm] my body down
_ [D] There ain't no grave can hold my body down
_ [G] There ain't no grave [A]
can hold [Dm] my body down
So all my [A] partners in the penitentiaries
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I'm 16 on tap, bro, tap, bro, tap, bro _ _