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?