Old School part one

I remember Mr. Magic, FLASH, Grandmaster Caz
LL raisin hell but, that didn't last
Eric B. & Rakim was, the s**t to me
I flip to see a Doug E. Fresh show, with Ricky D
and Red Alert was puttin in work, with Chuck Chill
Had my homies on the hill gettin ill, when s**t was real
Went out to steal, remember Raw, with Daddy Kane
when De La Soul was puttin Potholes in the game
I can't explain how it was, Whodini
had me puffin on that buddha gettin buzzed, cause there I was
Them block parties in the projects, and on my block
You diggi don't stop, sippin on that Private Stock
Through my speaker Queen Latifah, and MC Lyte
Listen to Treach, KRS to get me through the night
With T La Rock and Mantronix, to Stetsasonic
Remember "Push It" was the bomb s**t, nuttin like the old school

It is right and salutary that one should give props to the old school. My college was founded in 1832. But old school rap was founded in the late 1970's. And rightfully so. Times were tough but the people were tougher. I was just happy we didn’t have to listen to country music all the time.

Can U Get Away Part Four

You ain't got to go through all this drama
and this stress
with this old half a man, you know what i'm sayin?
I ain't tryin to put you in a position
where you gotta give up your
lifestyle to hafta get with me but uh,
he ain't even takin care of you
he's beatin' on you and s**t
look how you look
some motherf**ken wanna be baby, you know what i'm sayin?
shake that sucker to tha left
and let me show you what this life is really about
you know what i'm sayin
you need to be on first cla*s
need to be goin' to hawaii and seeing tha world
and seein what this world got to offer you
not goin to, you know what i'm sayin,
the emergency room and getten stitches
cause this ni**a done got a temper
don't cry, it's all good

My Boss Maestro is in Hawaii. I think he is having a good time. You know what they say, “When the cat is away, the mice will play. In our lesson today we are implored by Tupac to “shake the sucker to the left.” Good advice if I’ve ever heard it.

Can U Get Away Part Three

I feel like remincsin' and I hope ya listen
In tha position and tha pressure and all for competition
me and you
was meant to be my destiny
no longer lonely
cause it's time for you and me
all I can see
a happy home
that's my fantasy
but my reality
is problems with your man and me
what can I do?
don't wanna loose ya to tha sucker
cause if he touch ya
I got some drama for that busta
don't wanna rush ya
but make your mind up fast
nobody knows
or who controls
will it last
before I ask
I hope you see that i'm sincere
and even if ya stay with him
today i'm still here
I refuse to give up
cause I believe in what we share
ya livin' in prison
and what he's givin can't compare
cause everything I feel for you
I wanna let you know
passion will be yours
and i'll never let you go
tell me
Can U get away ?

There are many types of prison we can live in. A failed relationship is simply one of them. Who can name the others??

Can U Get Away Part 2

Could it be my destiny to be lonely
and be checkin' for these hoochies that be on me
cause they phoney
but you was different
I got no need to be suspicious
cause I can tell
my life with you would be delicious
tha way ya lick ya lips and shake ya hips
got me addicted
i'm sitten here hopen that we can find some way to
kick it
even though I got your digits gotta struggle to
resist it
slowly advance
and miss my chance
not to miss it you blow me kisses
when he ain't lookin
now your hearts tooken
my only wish is that you change your mind
and he get shook
I wanna take you there
but you scared to follow
come see tommorrow
hopen I can take you through tha pain and sorrow
and let you know I care
that someones there for your struggle
depend on me
when you have needs
or there's trouble
I wanna give you happiness and maybe even more
I told you before
not time to waste
we can hook up at the store
Can U get away ?

Hard to find a good women these days. Especially if you have been hurt in the past. Its hard to know who to trust. But its hard not to like that shake.

Can U Get Away Part One

Ever since I met ya
I can't beat tha pressure
it's like your man don't understand
all he does is stress ya
I can see your state of misory
from tha introduction
ain't nobody suckin' and touchin'
this harmless discussion
maybe we can see a better way
find a brighter day
late night phone conversations
would that be ok?
I don't wanna take up all your time
or be tha next in line
tell me your size
and let me find things with you in mind
I can see your cautious
and i'm carefull not ta scare ya
but anticipation of love makein'
got ya shakin' when i'm standin' near ya
use of precision will prepare ya
in case you get scared
just ask the man in tha mirror
now tha pictures getten clearer
all he does is hit ya hard
I tell ya to leave
and you tell me keep my faith in god
I don't understand
I just wanna bring ya home
I wonder should I leave ya alone
find a woman of my own
all tha homies tell me that you don't deserve it
I contimplate
but in my heart I know ya worth it
tell me
can U get away ?

That Tupac sure was a Romantic.

It ain’t easy part 3

Lately been reminiscin
bout Peppermint Schnapps in Junior High hit the block
Keep an eye on the cops while D-Boys slang rocks
It's the project kid without a conscience, I'm havin dreams
of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers
through the years tryin to stack a little green
I was only seventeen, when I started servin fiends
And I wish there was another way to stack a dollar
So my apoli', casue these hard times make me wanna holler
Will I live to see tommorrow, am I fallin off?
I hit the weed and then proceed to say f**k all of y'all
Ain't nobody down with me I'm thuggin, I can't go home
Cause muh-f**kers think I'm buggin, so now I'm in
this high powered cell at the county jail
Punk judge got a grudge, can't post no bail, what
do I do in these county blues
Gettin battered and bruised by the you know who
And these fakes get to shakin when they face me
Snakes ain't got enough nuts to replace me
Sittin in this, livin hell, listenin to ni**az yell
Tryin to torture em to tell, I'm gettin mail
But ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts
is makin bucks while these sluts is gettin f**ked
They violated my probation, and it seems
I'll be goin on a long vacation, meanwhile
It ain't easy
No it ain't easy

What can you say about this. The game is wack. These kids should be learning calculus not slanging yayo all day long. What a mess. Lets hope Bill Gates can fix it.

It ain’t easy part 2

I can't sleep ni**az plottin on to kill me while I'm dreamin
Wake up sweaty and screamin, cause I can hear them suckers schemin
Probably paranoid, problem is, them punks be fantasizin
A brother bite the bullet, open fire and I died
I wonder why this the way it is, even now
Lookin out for these killer kids, cause they wild
Bill Clinton can you recognize a ni**a representin
Doin twenty to life in San Quentin
Gettin calls from my ni**a Mike Tyson, ain't nuttin nice
Yo 'Pac, do something righteous witcha life
And even thou you innocent you still a ni**a, so they figure
Rather have you behind bars than triggers
But I'm hold ya down and holla Thug Life, lickin shots
Til I see my ni**az free on the block
But no it ain't easy, hahahah
Til I see my ni**az free, on the block, oh
It ain't easy

There is a term called "big scary" that Tupac fleshes out here when he says that they rather have a black man in jail then behind the trigger of a gun, or voting for that matter. How far have we really come?

It Ain't Easy Part One

I take a shot of Henessee now I'm strong enough to face the madness
Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash
Phone calls from my ni**az on the, other side
Two childhood friends just died, I couldn't cry
A damn shame, when will we ever change
And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brain
Arguements with my Boo is true
I spend mo' time with my ni**az than I do with you
But everywhere it's the same thang, that's the game
I'll be damned if a thang changed, f**k the fame
I'll be hustling to make a mill-ion, lord knows
Ain't no love for us ghetto children, so we cold
Rag top slowin down, time to stop for gas
Beep my horn for a hoochie with a proper a*s, uhh
It ain't easy, that's my motto
Drinkin Tanqueray straight out the bottle
Everybody wanna know if I'm insane
My baby mama gotta mind full of silly games
And all the drama got me stressin like I'm hopeless, I can't cope
Me and the homies smokin roaches, cause we broke
Late night hangin out til the sunrise gettin high
Watchin the cops roll by
It ain't easy... that's right

The game is not easy. Its hardest on your psyche. Its hard to keep your identity true. Because everyone wants a piece of you. But which you are you??

Dear Mama Part Three

Pour out some liquor and I reminsce, cause through the drama
I can always depend on my mama
And when it seems that I'm hopeless
You say the words that can get me back in focus
When I was sick as a little kid
To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did
And all my childhood memories
Are full of all the sweet things you did for me
And even though I act craaazy
I gotta thank the Lord that you made me
There are no words that can express how I feel
You never kept a secret, always stayed real
And I appreciate, how you raised me
And all the extra love that you gave me
I wish I could take the pain away
If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day
Everything will be alright if ya hold on
It's a struggle everyday, gotta roll on
And there's no way I can pay you back
But my plan is to show you that I understand
You are appreciated

Loving your Mama is one of the most important thing you can do in your life. Making life easier for Mama is the second most important thing you can do.

Dear Mama Part Two

Now ain't nobody tell us it was fair
No love from my daddy cause the coward wasn't there
He pa*sed away and I didn't cry, cause my anger
wouldn't let me feel for a stranger
They say I'm wrong and I'm heartless, but all along
I was lookin for a father he was gone
I hung around with the Thugs, and even though they sold drugs
They showed a young brother love
I moved out and started really hangin
I needed money of my own so I started slangin
I ain't guilty cause, even though I sell rocks
It feels good puttin money in your mailbox
I love payin rent when the rent's due
I hope ya got the diamond necklace that I sent to you
Cause when I was low you was there for me
And never left me alone because you cared for me
And I could see you comin home after work late
You're in the kitchen tryin to fix us a hot plate
Ya just workin with the scraps you was given
And mama made miracles every Thanksgivin
But now the road got rough, you're alone
You're tryin to raise two bad kids on your own
And there's no way I can pay you back
But my plan is to show you that I understand
You are appreciated

Again, more hard work from Mama. It is hard to raise a man on your own, this is true. That is why Tupac sought out older kids even though he was a born leader, he needed the guidance only a “man” could provide. I notice this in my own daily work, the kids that were raised by only a mother use the phone more and talk more generally. And also take more chances to “prove” their manhood. I’m convince that if Tupac had a “decent” father he would of had a chance to be President.

Dear Mama Part One

When I was young me and my mama had beef
Seventeen years old kicked out on the streets
Though back at the time, I never thought I'd see her face
Ain't a woman alive that could take my mama's place
Suspended from school; and scared to go home, I was a fool
with the big boys, breakin all the rules
I shed tears with my baby sister
Over the years we was poorer than the other little kids
And even though we had different daddy's, the same drama
When things went wrong we'd blame mama
I reminice on the stress I caused, it was hell
Huggin on my mama from a jail cell
And who'd think in elementary?
Heeey! I see the penitentiary, one day
And runnin from the police, that's right
Mama catch me, put a whoopin to my backside
And even as a crack fiend, mama
You always was a black queen, mama
I finally understand
for a woman it ain't easy tryin to raise a man
You always was committed
A poor single mother on welfare, tell me how ya did it
There's no way I can pay you back
But the plan is to show you that I understand
You are appreciated

Some might say that big government can never take the place of the family. While I am no conservative, I find this to be true. The only way to make families strong is to make women more powerful. I am no women but this can be the only way. Women need not be stronger, just equal.

Heavy in the Game part 3

I'm just a young black male
cursed since my birth
had ta turn to crack sells
if worse come to worse
headed for them pack jails
so maybe it's a hearse
My only way to stack bail
is out here doin dirt
My decisions do or die
been hustlein' since Jr. High
No time for askin why
getten' high
getten' mine
Put away my 9
cause these times call for four-five sales
cause life is hell and everybody dies
what about these ni**as I despise
them loud talken' cowards shootin' guns into crowds
jepordiseing lives
shootem' right between a ni**as eyes
it's time to realize
follow tha rules
or follow tha fools, then die
everybodies tryin ta make tha news
ni**as confused
quit tryin to be an OG and pay your dues
if you choose to apply yourself
go with tha grain and come tha riches and tha bi**hes and tha fame
Heavy in tha Game

Not everyone believes the San Jose Mercury about the CIA and Crack, but what is certain is that many black communities were devastated by its influence. Nobody realized this better than Tupac and he as sometime eloquently and sometimes forcefully spread his message.

Heavy in the Game Part 2

Well, let me shoot some of this heavy type s**t
Certain ni**as wanna stick to tha game
you's a trick to tha game
waitin' upon your turn
so will you learn
ain't no turns givin ni**as be twisten and taken s**t
putten they sack down
then putten they mack down
Me myself I hustle with finesse
Yes, i'm an Oakland baller
rule number one check it
if I show you no respect then
be your own ni**a
meaning buy your own dope
cause that front s**t is punk s**t
something I never funked with
be true to this game and this game will be true to you
that's real s**t
disrespect
see what this will do to you
jackin' and robin' and dispisen' your homie
ain't healthy
ni**as be ending up dead
follow your wealthy
but not me tho
I'm sowing something major
so what I reap is boss
that's why my public statis is floss
went from a
young ni**a livin' reseidential
to a
young ni**a workin' presidential

The game is also about respect. When you don’t have much else tangable, respect becomes even more greatly elevated in your own mind and in the minds of those around you. But if you lose that respect it is worse than losing your money or anything else because it cannot be replaced easily. And that is the lesson for today. Respect yourself and respect others.
P.S. I still think that if Tupac lived long enough he could have been President. Hell if Ronald Reagan could, why not.

Heavy in the Game part One

Now how can I explain how this game laced
plus with this fame
I got enemies who'll do anything ta break me
My attitude changed
got to tha point where I was trippen
twenty-four-seven
moneys my mission
just a ni**a tryin ta make a livin'
These busta tricks don't know no male
they spending they riches on scandelous bi**hes
who stay petrified in jail
it's hell
plus all tha dealers want a meal ticket
jelous a*s bi**hes
playa haten' but we still kick it
always keep my eyes on tha prize
watch tha police
seen so much murder
neighborhoods getten no sleep
but still
I get my money on major
continuously
communicaten through my pager
ni**as know me
don't have no homies cause they jelous
I hustle solo
cause when i'm broke I got no time for tha fellas
listen
ain't nothen popin' about no work ni**a
I ain't no joke
f**k what they sayin
and get your dough ni**a
Heavy in tha Game

The game involves money over bitches. That is don’t be fooled by what looks good, your major goal is to sell enough drugs to keep you in gold and fancy Fila shoes. The tough part of being a drug dealer is that you want people to know who you are but you don’t want hassle from the cops, a difficult line to straddle.

Temptations part 3

A lot of people think it's easy, to settle down
Got a woman that'll please me, in every town
I don't wanna but I gotta do it, the temptation
got me ready to release the fluid, sensation
sit down and conversate like you know me, take my hand
Cause even Thugs get lonely, understand
Even the hardest of my homies need attention
Catch you blowin up the telephone, reminiscin
I wanna take you to the movies, and the park
Let's find a spot for you to do me, in the dark
Now that it's pa*sion, hold me tight
Don't need lights, I can see you by the moonlight
I know your man ain't lovin you right
You're lonely under pressure need a Thug in your life
Enough talkin, you want me to leave, I'll get to walkin
See you later, cause baby I'm a player, and all I heard was

A player needs lots of love as we all do. But often chasing love is a poor substitute for love that was lacking in the more formative years of live. But it is possible to get plenty of love as a youngster and still end up a gangster banging every ho they see raw dog style

Temptation part 2

Will I cheat or will I be committed, heaven knows
Gettin weak and I wanna hit it, so here I go
in my ride and I'm all in, gettin high
I can hear the people callin, I'm pa*sin by
Everybody knows I'm ball-in, and to God
Gotta keep myself from fall-in, but it's hard
All the cuties know I'm under pressure, what do I do
Gettin shaky when she pull the dress up, and say it's cool
Should I stroke or should I wait a while, you decide
If you tell me that you don't want it, that's a lie
Move close and let me whisper, some dirty words
in your ears as I kiss ya, on every curve
Slow down baby don't rush, I like it slow
Can't hold it any longer, so let it go
Open the gates, do you wanna fall up in heaven
Don't worry, I let myself in, all I heard was...

Women are a funny thing. You can’t live without them, but you always want more than one at a time. Why is that. At least Tupac grappled with some of these issues rather than mindlessly giving in to whatever urges he had.

A Prayer from the Dead to the Dying

Lord, help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on judgment day
It ain't me, I was raised this way
I never let em play me for a busta, make it hell 4 a hustler

From Tupac to Tookie, Father forgivem

Temptations part 1

Tell me baby are you lonely? Don't wanna rush ya
I can help ya if ya only, let me touch ya
If I'm wrong love tell me, cause I get caught up
and the life I live is Hell see, I never thought I'd see
the day when I would calm down, you ain't heard
I've been known to clown and Get Around, that's my word
See you walkin and you lookin good, yes indeed
Got a body like a sex fiend, you're killin me
witcha attitude to match right, don't be phony
cause I hate when you act like, you don't know me
I've be stressin in the spotlight, I want the fame
but the industry's a lot like, a crap game
Ain't no time for commitment, I gotta go
Can't be wit you every minute miss, another show
And even though I'm known for my one night stand
I wanna be an honest man, but temptations go...

Honesty is a difficult virtue to be sure. It has to be practiced everyday. Obviously I do not have the temptations that Tupac had but still it is a struggle to stay on the straight and narrow and I grew up in the suburbs. Plus not knowing if it you talent that gets you to the top or some sort of dumb luck must be frustrating to a control freak like Tupac

So many Tears part 4

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

Lord knows i've tried, been a witness ta homicide
drive-bys taken lives, little kids die
wonder why as I walk by
Broken hearted as I glance at tha chaulk line, gettin' high
this ain't tha life for me
I wanna change
but ain't no future right for me
i'm stuck in tha game
i'm trapped inside a maze
see this Tangaray influenced me ta gettin crazy
disillusioned lately
i've been really wanting babies
so I could see a part of me that wasn't always shady
don't trust my lady
cause she's a product of this poison, i'm hearen noises
think she's f**ken with my boys, can't take no more
i'm fallin' to tha floor
beggin' for tha Lord ta let me in Heavens door
I shed so many tears..

This is the very definition of sadness. What I like to call crippling emotional pain. And the truth is everyone in the game feels this way to some extent. We were lucky to have a loud mouth with a bull horn like Tupac to tell us how we were feeling. To put words to our thoughts. And if Bill Bennet or Deloris Tucker thinks this is glamorizing the gangster life they are smoking more than Tupac.

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

So Many Tears part 2

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

Now that i'm strugglin' in this business
by any means, label me greedy gettin green
but seldom seen
and f**k tha world cuz i'm cursed
I'm havin visions of leaven here in a hurse
God can ya feel me ?
take me away from all tha pressure and all tha pain
show me some happiness again
i'm goin' blind
I spend my time in this cell, ain't livin' well
I know my destiny is hell, where did I fail ?
my life is in denial
and when I Die, babtised in Eternal Fire
shed so many tears...

The Game is a struggle. There is danger everywhere. Its even more trouble living wrong when you know the right way to live. I think this is the cause with Tupac. He was raised right and knew how to live right. But the lure of the Game and all that it means was unavoidable coming from such poverty.

So Many Tears part one

I shall fear no man, but God
though I walk through tha valley of death
I shed so many tears
Please God walk with me...

back in Elementary, I thrived on misery
left me alone I grew up amongst a dying breed
as my mind couldn't find a place ta rest
untill I got that Thug Life Planted on my chest
tell me can ya feel me ?
I'm not liven in tha Past, Ya wanna last
Be tha first ta blast, remember Kato
no longer with us he's deseased
call on tha sirens, I seem him murdered in tha streets
now rest in peace
Is there heaven for a 'G' ?
remember me, so many homies in tha cemetary
shed so many tears

It is a sad life growing up in the ghetto. A defense against this is to become emotional numb with weed or alcohol or worse. And while Tupac did his share of this he was able to muster a depth of emotion when he needed. As he said in one of this interviews from Prison, “You don’t want to see what comes after me. Because they won’t have any compassion.” Looking on the scene today I believe this to be true. Again too we see the wondering where heaven comes for the downtrodden.

Me Against the World Part 2

With all this extra stressin' tha question I wonder is after death
I feel my last breath when will I finaly get to rest from this supression
they punish tha people that's askin questions and those that possess
steal from tha ones without possesionstha message I stress to make it stop
study your lessonsdon't settle for less
even tha genius asks questions
be gratifull for blessins don't ever change
keep your essense
tha powers in tha people and tha politics we address
always do your best don't let this pressure make ya panic
and when ya get stranded and things don't go tha way ya planed it
dreaming of richs in a position of makin' a difference
polititions and hipocrites they don't wanna listen
if i'm insane then tha fame ain't about ta change
it wasn't nothin' like tha game it's just me Against tha World

Being Insane myself, but not famous, I can honestly say that the person you are is the person you will be. This lyric is a little more upbeat in that it calls for courage in the face of oppression. Always do your best and do the best thing are different I think in Tupac’s mad genius. He is from more of the work hard play hard school. Not a perfect Puritan to be sure. But if everyone was a Puritan who would run the strip clubs??

Me Against the World part 1

Me Against the World
It's just me against tha World
just me against tha world baby
I got nothin' ta lose
it's just me against tha world
stuck in tha game
me against tha world baby

Can you picture my prophecy?
stress in tha city tha cops is hot for me
tha projects is full of bullets tha bodies is droppin'
there ain't no stoppin me
constantly moven while maken millions witnessin' killins
leavin dead bodies in abandoned buildings
caries tha children cause they're illin' addicted to killin'
a near appeal from tha cap pealin' what i'm feelin'
but will they last or be blasted hard headed bastard
maybe he'll listen in his casket
tha aftermath more bodies being buried
i'm losen my homies in a hurry
they're relocating to tha cemetary got me worried stressin'
my visions bluried tha question is will I live
no one in tha world loves me i'm headed for danger
don't trust strangers put one in tha chamber
whatever i'm feelin' is anger don't wanna make excuses
cause this is how it is what's tha use unless we're shootin'
no one notices tha youth
It's Just Me against tha World baby

In this work Tupac’s compassion is more in evidence. Worrying about the children. Knowing in his heart that his situation is not normal. The the “ghetto” and the “Game” are mere constructs of the “man.” The rhymes are tight as usually knowing that buried and hurry rhyme just part of his genius.

"If I Die 2Nite" part 3

Pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols
Plottin on murderin motherf**kers 'fore they get you
Pray to the heavens three-fifty-sevens to the sky
And I hope I'm forgiven for Thug Livin when I die
I wonder if heaven got a ghetto for Thug ni**az
A stress free life and a spot for drug dealers
Pissin while practicin how to pimp and be a playa
Overdose of a d**k, while drinkin liquor when I lay her
Pistol whippin these simps, for bein petrified and lame
Disrespectin the game, prayin for punishment and pain
Goin insane, never die, live eternal, who shall I fear?
Don't shed a tear for me ni**a I ain't happy hear
I hope they bury me and send me to my rest
Headlines readin MURDERED TO DEATH, my last breath
Take a look picture a crook on his last stand
Motherf**kers don't understand, if I die tonight

In this verse you can see the inklings of the “thug mansion.” 
A place where the gangsters can go where they die and maintain there
current lifestyles.  Stay true to the game if you will.  Still violent. 
I hope Google has no trouble with this.  I’m sure Tupac would have loved Google.

"What if I die tonight" part 2

Polishin pistols prepare for battle pa*s the punk
When I get to poppin ni**az is droppin then they done
Callin the coroner come collect the f**kin corpse
He got it by killin we got the power bein boss
Revenge is the method we're never steppin keep a weapon close
Adversaries are overdosed over deadly notes
Jealous ni**az and broke bi**hes equal packed jails
Hit the block and fill your pockets makin crack sales
Picture perfection pursuin paper with a pa*sion
Visions of prisons for all the pussies that I blasted
Runnin with criminals individuals with no remorse
Try to stop me my pistol posse's usin deadly force
In my brain all I can think about is fame
The police know my name, a different game, ain't a thing changed
I'm seein silly teary photos of my peers
Conversatin like they still here, if I die tonight.
Tupac

My lady friend thinks that I’m unstable because this makes sense to me. My friend Leroy thinks this is just a bunch of mindless rambling. I think it sounds great. I little violent but that is the way of the ghetto. Keeping it Gangster with real gansters can be scary to the white man, like me and Leroy and Cousin Sin.

"What if I die tonight" part 1

A coward dies a thousand deaths
A soldier dies but once

They say pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols
Plottin on murderin motherf**kers 'fore they get you
Picturin pitiful punk ni**az coppin pleas
Puffin weed as I position myself to clock G's
My enemies scatter in suicidal situations
Never to witness the wicked s**t that they was facin
Pockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches
Evadin the playa hatin tricks, while hittin switches
bi**hes is bad-mouth, cause ballin motherf**kers is bold
But y'all some hoes, the game should be sewed
I'm sick of psychotic society somebody save me
Addicted to drama so even mama couldn't raise me
Even the preacher and all my teachers couldn't reach me
I run in the streets and puffin weed wit my peeps
I'm duckin the cop, I hit the weed as I'm clutchin my glock
ni**az is hot when I hit the block, what if I die tonight

This song is about being tough on the street. Tupac was know for mixing his uber masculinity with a softer side. The softer side cannot be found here. But the rhymes are tight and the picture man not be perfect but it is accurate.

In Loving Memory of Tupac Amaru Shakur

This will be a blog that studies the works of Tupac and how it might be used to heal tensions now.