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A coward dies a thousand deaths
A soldier dies but once
(Tonight's the night I get in some shit)

They say pussy and paper is poetry, power and pistols
Plotting on murdering motherfuckers 'fore they get you
Picturing pitiful punk niggas copping pleas
Puffin' weed as I position myself to clock G's
My enemies scatter in suicidal situations
Never to witness the wicked shit that they was facing
Pockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches
Evading the player-hating tricks, while hitting switches
Bitches is bad-mouth, 'cause brawling motherfuckers is bold
But charge them hoes, the game should be sold
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 ducking the cops, I hit the weed as I'm clutching my Glock
Niggas is hot when I hit the block, what if I die tonight?

If I die tonight
If I die tonight
Fuck it, if I die tonight
(Tonight's the night I get in some shit)

Polish your pistols, prepare for battle, pass the pump
When I get to poppin', niggas is droppin' then they done
Calling the coroner come collect the fucking corpse
He got hit by killer, preoccupied with being boss
Revenge is the method, whenever steppin', keep a weapon close
Adversaries are overdosed over deadly notes
Jealous niggas and broke bitches equal packed jails
Hit the block and fill your pockets making crack sales
Picture perfection pursuing paper with a passion
Visions of prisons for all the pussies that I blasted
Running with criminals, individuals with no remorse
Try to stop me, my pistol posse using 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 seeing cemetery photos of my peers
Conversatin' like they still here, if I die tonight

If I die tonight
Scared to die, nigga, is ya, huh?
If I die tonight
Never fear, never worry
If I die tonight
(Tonight's the night I get in some shit)

Pussy and paper is poetry, power and pistols
Plotting on murdering motherfuckers 'fore they get you
Pray to the heavens, .357's to the sky
And I hope I'm forgiven for thug living when I die
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto for thug niggas
A stress-free life and a spot for drug dealers
Pissing while practicing how to pimp and be a player
Overdose of a dick, while drinking liquor when I lay her
Pistol whipping these simps, for being petrified and lame
Disrespecting the game, praying for punishment and pain
Going insane, never die, live eternal, who shall I fear?
Don't shed a tear for me, nigga, I ain't happy here
I hope they bury me and send me to my rest
Headlines reading, "Murdered to death", my last breath
Take a look, picture a crook on his last stand
Motherfuckers don't understand, if I die tonight

Nigga, if I die tonight
No fear, nigga, never worry
If I die tonight
Bury me a motherfuckin' G, closed casket, fuck it
If I die tonight
You know
(Tonight's the night I get in some shit)

Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder
Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder
Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder
(Tonight's the night I get in some shit)




Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder
Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder

Overall Meaning

In the song "If I Die Tonight" by Tupac, the lyrics contain the juxtaposition of a coward dying a thousand deaths, while a soldier dies just once. The song discusses the dangerous lifestyle of an individual in his line of work, touching on themes of power, pistols, and poetry. Tupac mentions plotting to murder others before being killed himself, hiring killers to take out his enemies.


He also discusses societal and personal issues such as addiction, ineffective methods of raising children, and feeling cornered as a target of the police. Tupac voices his fearlessness of death by explaining how death is imminent, and all he can think about is fame, discussing the blurred line between life and death.


Line by Line Meaning

A coward dies a thousand deaths
Someone who is cowardly experiences fear and anxiety many times over, while alive.


A soldier dies but once
A brave individual experiences fear only once during their lifetime, despite the possibility of confrontation with adversity during multiple situations.


(Tonight's the night I get in some shit)
Tonight marks the occasion of an anticipated confrontation or problem, possibly a violent one.


They say pussy and paper is poetry, power and pistols
An expression indicating that life's essential elements are sex, money, power, and firearms.


Plotting on murdering motherfuckers 'fore they get you
Contemplating the pre-emptive killing of oneโ€™s enemies in self-defense.


Picturing pitiful punk niggas copping pleas
Imagining weak and cowardly individuals begging for mercy or leniency.


Puffin' weed as I position myself to clock G's
Smoking marijuana while locating spots to make drug money.


My enemies scatter in suicidal situations
The artistโ€™s opponents often choose to engage in hopeless fights, resulting in certain death.


Never to witness the wicked shit that they was facing
The artistโ€™s rivals die without seeing the terrible fate that awaited them.


Pockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches
The artistโ€™s pockets are filled with money, which represents an incentive to seek wealth.


Evading the player-hating tricks, while hitting switches
The singer avoids envious individuals who would like to harm him, while also driving a car that can be modified, or โ€˜hitting switches.'


Bitches is bad-mouth, 'cause brawling motherfuckers is bold
Women talk badly about violent men because they are considered bold, or fearless.


But charge them hoes, the game should be sold
Instead of criticizing women, sell them products or services that cater to their needs, and profit from it.


I'm sick of psychotic society, somebody save me
The singer despises a crazy, violent society and wishes to be rescued from it.


Addicted to drama, so even mama couldn't raise me
The singer has a passion for stirring up trouble and argues that even a mother could not have raised him to avoid it.


Even the preacher and all my teachers couldn't reach me
Neither spiritual leaders nor educators could influence the artist positively.


I run in the streets and puffin' weed wit' my peeps
The artist hangs out with his peers on the streets, smoking weed.


I'm ducking the cops, I hit the weed as I'm clutching my Glock
The singer is avoiding the police while smoking marijuana and holding a handgun.


Niggas is hot when I hit the block, what if I die tonight?
The singerโ€™s peers are jealous when he arrives, suggesting that he may be killed and wondering what will happen to him if it occurs.


Polish your pistols, prepare for battle, pass the pump
Clean your firearms, get ready for a fight, and share the weapon.


When I get to poppin', niggas is droppin' then they done
Once the artist fires his weapon, anyone hit will be killed and their time will be up.


Calling the coroner come collect the fucking corpse
Summoning the mortician to retrieve the dead person's body.


He got hit by killer, preoccupied with being boss
The victim was killed because they were solely concerned with being the leader.


Revenge is the method, whenever steppin', keep a weapon close
The act of vengeance is embraced, and one should always be armed while interacting with others.


Adversaries are overdosed over deadly notes
Enemies are becoming desensitized to messages of violence and death.


Jealous niggas and broke bitches equal packed jails
Criminals motivated by envy and poverty create crowded correctional facilities.


Hit the block and fill your pockets making crack sales
Generate income from drug transactions conducted in a street corner.


Picture perfection pursuing paper with a passion
Striving tirelessly for financial security and wealth.


Visions of prisons for all the pussies that I blasted
The artist imagines that all cowardly individuals that he has killed have gone to prison in their next life.


Running with criminals, individuals with no remorse
Associating with people who are willing to commit crimes without regret or guilt.


Try to stop me, my pistol posse using deadly force
If anyone tries to interfere with the singer's activities, he and his well-armed group will respond with deadly force.


In my brain all I can think about is fame
The artistโ€™s main preoccupation is becoming well-known.


The police know my name, a different game, ain't a thing changed
Law enforcement officials are aware of the artist's identity and activities, but he remains unchanged and continues to break the law.


I'm seeing cemetery photos of my peers
The artist is previewing photos of his dead associates' gravesites.


Conversatin' like they still here, if I die tonight
Talking to the deceased, pretending they are still alive, and contemplating whether he will die soon as well.


Scared to die, nigga, is ya, huh?
Asking if the listener or anyone is afraid of dying.


Never fear, never worry
Don't be afraid or concerned.


Bury me a motherfuckin' G, closed casket, fuck it
The singer wants to be buried as a gangster, with a closed casket.


You know
An expression indicating that the listener understands the meaning of the singer's words.


Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder
Repeating the words 'kill' and 'murder' as an expression of one's dedication to a violent lifestyle.


(Tonight's the night I get in some shit)
A reminder that the evening could bring a difficult or dangerous situation.


Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder
Repeating the words 'kill' and 'murder' repeatedly as an expression of willingness to engage in violent activities.


Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder
Repeating the words 'kill' and 'murder' repeatedly as an expression of willingness to engage in violent activities.


Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder
Repeating the words 'kill' and 'murder' repeatedly as an expression of willingness to engage in violent activities.


(Tonight's the night I get in some shit)
A statement with profound implications that suggest an intense and violent evening.




Lyrics ยฉ BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Willie James Clarke, Norman Anthony Durham, Osten Harvey, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Betty Regina Wright

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Agent Bosconian


on So Many Tears - Live


I fear only God and no human being


Even in the face of danger, I will stay strong


I have cried so much and fear that I might die soon


God, please guide me and take me to heaven if I die


I grew up in a sad, and lonely environment and it affected me in a gravely manner


I was abandoned; all alone and grew up in a community that was doomed to fail


My mind was greatly troubled and I couldn't be able to find my inner peace


I found solace and comfort in adopting a tough and rebellious lifestyle


Do you understand my pain and sorrow? I don't ever dwell on the past memories


To survive in a dangerous environment, you must react aggressively and quickly; in order to stay alive


I will always remember my friend, Kato. A good friend who has tragically died, and is no longer with us, anymore


I witnessed the day Kato perished on the streets and was calling for help


May Kato, and those who died before him, truly find peace in death


Is there really a place in heaven for a gangster like me? Always think and never forget about me


The friends that I once shared my laughter with; are now buried in their graves in the cemetery. I continue to shed countless tears for them; as I grieve for them


As I face many difficulties in the music industry, I will do whatever it takes to overcome it


People call me greedy and selfish for making money, yet they rarely can see me


I feel like I'm being cursed by the world and havin' disturbing; yet horrible premonitions


I have a fear that I will die and lie inside a coffin on a hearse, and want God's guidance and empathy


I want to escape from the problems, stress and the hurting of life


I yearned; longing for happiness and clarity in my troubled life


I'm trapped in jail and my life is in shambles


I feel like I'm doomed to go to Hell, but I don't know why


I'm in denial about my life, and I'm scared of death


If I go to hell, I will be in eternal pain and cry so much


I'm lost and tired, and I've cried so much


I'm contemplating suicide, so stay away from me


I'm intentionally moving towards death


I'm ready to die, and I feel like I have nothing to live for


The streets were ruthless, and I couldn't find peace


I'm on the verge of breaking down, and I long for peace


I lost my soul and my identity, but I was unaware


I had demons in my mind that were taking over


The demons inside me grew and ignited a fire


My head felt like a bomb ready to explode, it was a nasty game


I have no happy memories, only pain and sadness


I imagine my enemies murdering me in my sleep


I wonder if I'll live to see the next day


I ask God to pardon me for my wrongs as death approaches


God knows I tried my best, but I've seen people get killed


I witnessed innocent people, including children, being killed by drive-by shootings


I wonder why these tragedies happen as I pass by


I feel sad as I see the outline of a body on the ground and turn to drugs for comfort


I don't want this life, I want something different


There is no promising future for me; I'm trapped in the cycle of crime and violence


I feel like I'm in a never-ending maze


Alcohol made me act out and lose my mind


I've been disillusioned and now want a family


I want a family to see a better side of myself that isn't tainted by my past


I don't trust my girlfriend because she's been influenced by the negative environment around us


I hear rumors that my girlfriend is cheating on me with my friends, and I can't handle it


I collapse and pray for God to let me into heaven


I've cried countless tears and beg for God's mercy to let me into heaven


I've lost so many years and cried so many tears


God, I lost so many friends and associates, and...


God knows I tried my best, but I've seen people get killed


I witnessed innocent people, including children, being killed by drive-by shootings


I wonder why these tragedies happen as I pass by


I feel sad as I see the outline of a body on the ground and turn to drugs for comfort


I don't want this life, I want something different


There is no promising future for me; I'm trapped in the cycle of crime and violence


I feel like I'm in a never-ending maze


Alcohol made me act out and lose my mind


I've been disillusioned and now want a family


I want a family to see a better side of myself that isn't tainted by my past


I don't trust my girlfriend because she's been influenced by the negative environment around us


I hear rumors that my girlfriend is cheating on me with my friends, and I can't handle it


I collapse and pray for God to let me into heaven


I've cried countless tears and beg for God's mercy to let me into heaven


I've lost so many years and cried so many tears


God, I lost so many friends and associates, and cried so many tears

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on 'Pac's Life

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A.Bosconian


on So Many Tears


I am not afraid of anything or anyone other than God.


Even when I am in the darkest of times and places.


I have cried so many tears because of the pain and hardships I have faced in my life.


I ask God to guide me and be with me in my journey through life.


Even as a child in elementary school, I found myself attracted to and surrounded by sadness and hopelessness.


I was abandoned and grew up among a generation of people who were doomed to fail.


My mind was constantly struggling, and I could not find a sense of peace or comfort anywhere.


I found a sense of identity and belonging when I got the tattoo of 'Thug Life' on my chest.


Do you understand the struggles and pain that I have experienced in my life?


I am not dwelling on my past mistakes, and if you want to be successful, you shouldn't be either.


In order to defend yourself and your community from violence, you must be the first one to take action. We should never forget Kato, who was killed due to senseless violence.


Kato is no longer with us and has passed away.


I witnessed violent crimes, and I've seen the aftermath of people being killed on the streets.


I hope Kato, and all those who have passed before him, are resting in peace.


Is there a place in heaven for someone like me, who has lived a life of violence and crime?


Remember me and all of my friends who have died and are now buried in the cemetery.


I address God.


I have experienced a lot of suffering throughout my life.


I have cried so many tears because of the pain and hardships I have faced in my life.


Now that I am struggling in the music industry.


I will do whatever it takes to succeed, even if it means being labeled as greedy and only focused on making money.


Even though I am chasing success, I rarely get to enjoy it or be seen by others.


I feel cursed and have a negative outlook on the world.


I am having visions of dying and leaving this world in a coffin.


I ask God if he can understand what I am going through and help me.


I want to be relieved of all the stress and suffering I feel.


I want to experience happiness again, which has been absent from my life for some time.


I feel like I am losing sight of what's important in my life.


I feel trapped in my current situation, and my quality of life is suffering as a result.


I already feel like I am destined to go to hell, and I question where I went wrong in my life.


I am unable to come to terms with my reality.


When I die, I fear that I will be punished forever in the afterlife.


I feel lost and tired.


I have cried so much that I am now having suicidal thoughts, so please don't be near me.


Everything I do feels like a complicated and difficult step.


To bring me closer to what I want to achieve.


I am prepared to accept death at any moment since I feel like I have nothing to live for.


Things were very rough and merciless on the streets.


I was never able to find peace or rest in that environment.


I am close to falling apart and screaming for peace.


Even though I was empty and lost, I couldn't understand or recognize it at the time.


My mind was plagued with negative thoughts and emotions, which were trying to escape constantly.


The negative thoughts and emotions had been planted long ago and have now taken root, and the flame of negativity is now growing stronger.


Just like a match can light a fire, the negative thoughts in my brain can also do the same, causing pain and suffering.


I have no good memories to comfort me, only sadness and suffering.


I am afraid of being attacked and killed by the people who hate me, even in my sleep.


I wonder if I will survive through the night to see the light of the new day?


I ask God for forgiveness for my past mistakes and wrongdoings.


I am trying to face my problems and come out stronger and better.


The Lord knows I have tried my best, and I have witnessed violent deaths in my community.


Drive-by shootings have resulted in the loss of many lives, including innocent children.


I wonder why these tragedies are happening in my community as I walk around and see the devastation.


I am saddened as I look at the markings on the pavement where someone has been killed, and the only way I can deal with this pain is by getting high.


I understand that this isn't the kind of life that I want for myself, and I want to change it.


I want to change my life for the better.


I feel like there is no future for me, no matter how hard I try to change.


I am trapped in the cycle of crime and violence that exists in my community.


I am lost and confused about how to get out of this situation.


The alcohol has influenced me to act more recklessly and dangerously.


I have lost faith and become cynical about life recently.


I have been wanting to have children and start a family.


I want to see a better version of myself in my children, someone who isn't always involved in negative activities.


I don't fully trust my partner because of the negative influence of our environment.


My partner has also been affected by the negative influences of our environment, and I am hearing strange noises because of how paranoid I am.


I am paranoid that my partner is cheating on me with my friends, and I can't handle the stress anymore.


I am begging God to forgive me and let me into heaven when I die.


I have lost many friends and acquaintances to violence and death.


As a result of these losses, I have cried many tears and experienced a lot of sadness.


I have experienced a lot of pain and suffering throughout my life.

A.Bosconian


on So Many Tears

The lyrics of Tupac Shakur's song "So Many Tears" explore the themes of paranoia, pain, and death. The first verse of the song presents Tupac's fearlessness of men, but not of God. The rapper then describes his life growing up, where he felt like he was surrounded by misery but found a sense of identity and belonging in the Thug Life culture. He mourns the deaths of his friends, particularly Kato, who was murdered in the streets. Tupac questions to himself whether there is heaven for a "G" and reflects on the many homies who died; that are now in the cemetery.

In the second verse, Tupac reveals his struggles in the music industry, where he feels overwhelmed by the pressure and pain. He admits to being greedy and having a vision of dying young. Tupac requests God to free him from the pain and suffering he experiences in life. The final verse of the song sees Tupac lost, weary, and suicidal. He delves into his struggles with addiction, and he starts to hear voices and experience demons in his mind. Tupac desires to change, but he feels trapped in the game, and he is unsure of his lady's loyalty.

Overall, Tupac Shakur's "So Many Tears" is a poignant song that reflects the artist's tumultuous life and his struggles with death and paranoia. The lyrics also tackle the harsh realities of growing up in the ghetto and the impact that violence and loss have on the psyche of an individual.

Gabriel Benard Cote


on California Love - Original Mix (Explicit)

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