Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Where Do We Go From Here (Interlude)’ by 2Pac. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 2Pac or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Power pow power
Guess who’s back? ha ha ha, here we go
It’s ninety-fo’, what’s next?
Power enter my world
I guess this year gonna be a motherfucker for real niggas
I swear these playa’ haters done got a taste of power
It ain’t all good in the hood
Least not on my side, from where I stand
And the law? Man, f*ck the law!
Niggas must out think, out step, and continuously outsmart
The motherfuckin’ law, in every way
Key word in ninety-four is ‘down low’
Gots to be struggling
I see how the rich got theirs
Nigga I’m legit, shit
Where do we go from here? (Who’s afraid, of the punk police?
To my niggas run the streets, f*ck peace)
Hey niggas, where your heart at?
See motherfuckers killin’ babies, killin’ mommas
Killin’ kids, puttin’ this in they motherfuckin’ mark
Now what type of mixed up trick would kill the future of our race
Before he would he look his enemy dead in the eye, and open fire?
These crazy motherfuckers got toys with guns
Jails for guns, but still, no god damn jobs
And they wonder why we loc’n up
Where do we go from here?
Where do we go? (“Where do we go from here”)
All you niggas out there
The clouds shook, the world listened
We stood together in April of ninety-two
With duty, and a sense of honor
There is no limit to what we can achieve
That’s all on us, us
Not my niggas, not the whites, not the enemies
Or none of them motherfuckers, US
What can we do? Shit
I declare a death sentence to all child molesters
Fake-ass bitches, male and female
And all you punk-ass snitches
We can do without your asshole
Let no man break, what we set
Where do we go from here?
Rest in peace, to Cato, I miss you
All the other real G’s that passed away in ninety-three
In ninety-four, and more
What do we do? For us?