MARCI

he put his life out as a movie to show ppl that this isnt hte life supposed to b, he was rdy 2 die
that s how crazy he was//. lik he said U CAN to watch him lik a soul opera.. u will see his downfall his fame n his death
cant beat that

THEN HE WENT ON TO SAY, “WHEN I CREATE MY MUSIC, ITS LIKE SHAKESPEARE WRITING A PLAY. I’M HAVE TO DIG DEEP INSIDE TO SPEAK THE TRUTH WITH MY LYRICS”. —SHIT! THE DUDE WAS BRILLIANT AND W/ NO ?, HE WAS ON A SPIRITUAL MISSION. PLS GIVE RESPECT WHEN ITS DUE FOR REAL

HERE ARE THE FACTS THAT IMPRESSED ME:

1. 2Pac became a living symbol of his generation’s frustration and rage – SHOT TWO COPS AND BEAT THE CASE. Shout to Sean Bell

2. His mother was a crackhead but look at what he became, “a man of influence and intellect”

3. The man was a ghetto scholar “his book game was bananas” and his rhetoric turned alot of heads with poems like “the rose that grew in the concrete”. Listen to that joint and ponder on what he said, “don’t ask why, ask how”

Plus he gave me hustle, with lyrics like:

“Make sure your eyes is on the meal ticket
Get your money motherfucker let’s get rich and we’ll kick it
All eyes on me!”

And other songs like “a white man’s world”. He said, on that joint “it ain’t them that knocking us off, its us that’s knockin us off” and that shit made me fall back and become alitle more civilized.

2Pac gave a young boy like myself (at the time),perspective on how the world is. One of the illest lines the big homie said was “I know the young nigga understand this/ growing up in a world where everything is scandalous.” Wooow… at 17, that shit is so fucking real while you drinking your Old English and rollin a dub on the block.

I keep it funky… I ended up going to college cause of Pac. I use to hear him talk and I felt like there was hope, maybe if I try, I might get there. So respect real N.I.G.G.A. (never ignirant getting goals accomplished). Now when I come thru in my Benz Coup, I make sure I keep my nigga Pac on blast! 1 kid

THEN HE WENT ON TO SAY, “WHEN I CREATE MY MUSIC, ITS LIKE SHAKESPEARE WRITING A PLAY. I’M HAVE TO DIG DEEP INSIDE TO SPEAK THE TRUTH WITH MY LYRICS”. —SHIT! THE DUDE WAS BRILLIANT AND W/ NO ?, HE WAS ON A SPIRITUAL MISSION. PLS GIVE RESPECT WHEN ITS DUE FOR REAL

HERE ARE THE FACTS THAT IMPRESSED ME:

1. 2Pac became a living symbol of his generation’s frustration and rage – SHOT TWO COPS AND BEAT THE CASE. Shout to Sean Bell

2. His mother was a crackhead but look at what he became, “a man of influence and intellect”

3. The man was a ghetto scholar “his book game was bananas” and his rhetoric turned alot of heads with poems like “the rose that grew in the concrete”. Listen to that joint and ponder on what he said, “don’t ask why, ask how”

Plus he gave me hustle, with lyrics like:

“Make sure your eyes is on the meal ticket
Get your money motherfucker let’s get rich and we’ll kick it
All eyes on me!”

And other songs like “a white man’s world”. He said, on that joint “it ain’t them that knocking us off, its us that’s knockin us off” and that shit made me fall back and become alitle more civilized.

2Pac gave a young boy like myself (at the time),perspective on how the world is. One of the illest lines the big homie said was “I know the young nigga understand this/ growing up in a world where everything is scandalous.” Wooow… at 17, that shit is so fucking real while you drinking your Old English and rollin a dub on the block.

I keep it funky… I ended up going to college cause of Pac. I use to hear him talk and I felt like there was hope, maybe if I try, I might get there. So respect real N.I.G.G.A. (never ignirant getting goals accomplished). Now when I come thru in my Benz Coup, I make sure I keep my nigga Pac on blast! 1 kid

but he has like a cult like followin

Now shit’s constantly hot, on my block, it never fails to be gunshots
Can’t explain a mother’s pain, when her son drops
Black male slippin in hail when will we prevail
Fearin jail but crack sales got me livin well
And the system’s sucidal with this Thug’s Life
Stayin strapped forever strapped in this drug life
God help me, cause I’m starvin, can’t get a job
So I resort to violent robberies, my life is hard
Can’t sleep cause all the dirt make my heart hurt
Put in work and shed tears for my dead peers
Mislead from childhood where I went astray
Till this day I still pray for a better way
Can’t help but feel hopeless and heartbroke
From the start I felt the racism cause I’m dark
Couldn’t quit the bullshit make me represent
Hit the bar and played the star, everywhere I went
In my heart, I felt alone out here on my own
I close my eyes and picture home… on my block

And I can’t help but wonder whhhy, so many young kids had to die
Caught strays from AK’s and the driveby
Swollen pride and homicide, don’t coincide
Brothers cry for broken lives, mama come inside
Cause our block is filled with danger
Used to be a close knit community but now we’re all cold strangers
Time changes us to stone them crack pipes
All up and down the block exterminatin black life
But I can’t blame the dealers
My mama’s welfare check has brought the next man chrome wheels
Shit’s real, I know ya feel, my tragedy
A single mother with a problem child, daddy free
Hangin out pickin up game, sippin cheap liquor
Gamin the hoochies hopin I can get to sleep with her
It’s a man’s world, stayin strapped
Fantasies of a nigga livin phat, but held back
Pipe dreams can make the night seem hopeless
Wide eyed and losin focus… on my block

And block parties in tha projects lastin way past daylight
A young nigga learned to break nine
Used to play fight with my homies but they stuck in the pen
I send them ends, but it’s tough on a friend, in my mind
I see the same motherf**kers ballin
Alcohol will make a lazy nigga slip and fall, miss his call
I know the young niggaz understand this
Growing up in this world where everything is scandalous
I reminisce on tha fast times, past crimes
Tryin to cop a slice of pizza with my last dime
Can’t explain, just what attracts me to this dirty game
Gold chains, some extra change, and the street fame
And what’s strange is that everybody knows my name, swear they all
know me
And lots of cash make a nigga change
I hit the green just to maintain, feelin pain
For all the niggaz that I lost to the game… from my block

…man u gotta be on some hard drugs to think there’s a rapper better then pac