Shakur was born in New York City to parents who were both political activists and Black Panther Party members. Raised by his mother, he relocated to Baltimore in 1984 and to the San Francisco Bay Area in 1988. With the release of his debut album 2Pacalypse Now in 1991, he became a central figure in West Coast hip-hop for his conscious rap lyrics. Shakur achieved further critical and commercial success with his follow-up albums Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z... (1993) and Me Against the World (1995). His Diamond certified album All Eyez on Me (1996), the first double-length album in hip-hop history, abandoned his introspective lyrics for volatile gangsta rap. In addition to his music career, Shakur also found considerable success as an actor, with his starring roles in Juice (1992), Poetic Justice (1993), Above the Rim (1994), Bullet (1996), Gridlock'd (1997), and Gang Related (1997).
During the later part of his career, Shakur was shot five times in the lobby of a New York recording studio and experienced legal troubles, including incarceration. In 1995, Shakur served eight months in prison on sexual abuse charges, but was released pending an appeal of his conviction. Following his release, he signed to Marion "Suge" Knight's label Death Row Records and became heavily involved in the growing East Coast–West Coast hip hop rivalry. On September 7, 1996, Shakur was shot four times by an unidentified assailant in a drive-by shooting in Las Vegas; he died six days later. Following his murder, Shakur's friend-turned-rival, the Notorious B.I.G., was at first considered a suspect due to their public feud, but was also murdered in another drive-by shooting six months later in March 1997 while visiting Los Angeles.
Five more albums have been released since Shakur's death, all of which have been certified Platinum in the United States. In 2002, Shakur was inducted into the Hip-Hop Hall of Fame. In 2017, he was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in his first year of eligibility. Rolling Stone magazine ranked Shakur among the 100 Greatest Artists of All Time.
Shakur was born on June 16, 1971, in the East Harlem section of Manhattan in New York City. While born Lesane Parish Crooks, at age one he was renamed Tupac Amaru Shakur. He was named after Túpac Amaru II, the descendant of the last Incan ruler, Túpac Amaru, who was executed in Peru in 1781 after his failed revolt against Spanish rule. Shakur's mother explained, "I wanted him to have the name of revolutionary, indigenous people in the world. I wanted him to know he was part of a world culture and not just from a neighborhood."
Shakur had an older stepbrother, Mopreme "Komani" Shakur, and a half-sister, Sekyiwa Shakur, two years his junior.
Letter to the President
2Pac Lyrics
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Whats happenin'?
I'm writin' you because, shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood
Pretty much the same way, right around the time when you got elected
Ain't nothin' changed
All the promises you made, before you got elected, they ain't came true
Tell me what to do, these niggas actin up in the hood
Tell me what to do, these niggas actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
Why should I lie, when I can dramatize?
Niggas fell victim to my lyrics, now traumatized
Simply by spittin I've been blessed given riches, enemies suspicious
Cause I'm seldom in the company of bitches
Plus the concepts I depict, so visual, that you can kiss
Each and every trick or bitch, inside the shit I kick
My heaviest verse'll move a mountain
Casualties in mass amounts, brothers keep countin'
Fuck the friendships, I ride alone
Destination Death Row, finally found a home
Plus all my homies want to die, call it euthanasia
Dear Lord, look how sick this ghetto made us, sincerely
Yours I'm a thug, the product of a broken home
Everybody's doped up, nigga what you smokin' on?
Figure if we high they can train us
But then America fucked up and blamed up
I guess it's cause we black that we targets
My only fear is God, I spit that hard shit
In case you don't know, I let my pump go
Get ride for M'Thulu like I ride for Geronimo
Down to die, for everything I represent
Meant every word, in my letter to the President
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggas actin up in the hood, send mo' troops (What should I do?)
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggas actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
Oh you'se a ball in the White House, I hope you comfortable
Cause yo I spend my nights out, with the lights out
Under the safety of darkness, amongst the crashed and the heartless
And young soul bros, ready to rode a star ship
Launch it, leave a nigga flat for scratch, the Godless
I gotta get chips, but you can't understand that
Want to ban rap? Stand back, before you get hurt
It's the only thing makin' pay besides smoke and work
On a mission listen more chips my goal and position
First on my decision I realized the same nigga
Trippin' to drastic measures tryin' to get stacks of cheddar
Muh'fuckers hate cops, wait it ain't gettin' better
But you keep, tellin' us, that it is
While your motherfuckin' troops keep killin' our kids, dig
Don't be surprised if you see us
Dumpin' with nuttin but artillery to free us, motherfucker
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggas actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggas actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
Strapped and angry, with no hope and heart broke
Fightin' first my trained brain until it's not so
It's hostile, niggas lick shots to watch the glocks glow
Cadres of coppers patrol us like we some animals
And it ain't no peace, my peace a piece on my streets
To people beefin' and things, squeakin' on they beefs for weeks
Mr. President, it's evident, nobody really care
For a struggle out the gutter, twenty-two with gray hair
I was raised to raise hell, frail and my heart stale
So I'ma bring hell to earth until my heart fail
But y'all play fair, give me and mine, I'll share
Til y'all show us you care, it's gon' be mayhem out here
Me and these 223's'll freeze the biggest with ease
I'm still a nigga you fear, bring the beast to his knees
And I've been born to represent, for that I've been heaven sent
And I meant, every word, in my letter, to the President
Shit is still fucked up y'all
And y'all wonder when it's gon' get better
And it ain't gon' get better
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggas actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggas actin up
Heavenly Father may I holla at you briefly
I want to meet the President, but will he meet me?
He's scared to look inside the eyes of a Thug Nigga
We tired of bein scapegoats for this capitalistic drug dealin'
How hypocritical is Liberty?
That blind bitch ain't never did shit for me
My history, full of casket and scars
My own black nation at war, whole family behind bars
And they wonder why we scarred, thirteen lookin' hard
Sister had a baby as an adolescent, where was God?
Somewhere in the middle of my mind
Is a nigga on the tightrope, screamin' let him die
Can't lie I'm a thug, drownin' in my own blood
Lookin' for the reason that my momma's strung out on drugs
Down to die, for everything I represent
Meant every word, in my letter to the President
Blacks is broke, think it's a joke that we livin' low?
Y'all sniffin' blow and postin' what they hittin' fo'?
Tell the secretary it's necessary we get paid
Look what you made, little kids gettin sprayed
Day after day, and night after night
Battles and wars to the daylight
We might change and rearrange if you do somethin'
Til then we gonna keep it comin, Mr. President, hehe
And I meant every word in my letter to the President
Word motherfuckin' life
Fuck this nigga think?
Cuttin' taxes, takin' off welfare
We 'sposed to just sit here, go broke and die, starvin'?
Motherfuckers crazier than a motherfuckin'?
Nigga this Thug Life, Westside Outlaw Immortalz nigga
We fin' to hustle til we come up
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggas actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggas actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggas actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggas actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. Clinton, shit
It's gettin' harder and harder for a motherfucker
To make a dollar in these here streets
I mean shit, I hear you screamin' peace
But we can't find peace
Til my little niggas on these streets get a piece
I know you feel me cause you too near me not to hear me
So why don't you help a nigga out?
Sayin' you cuttin' welfare
That got us niggas on the street, thinkin' who in the hell care?
Shit, y'all want us to put down our glocks and our rocks
But y'all ain't ready to give us no motherfuckin' dollars
What happened to our 40 acres and a mule fool?
We ain't stupid
Think you got us lookin' to lose
Tryin' to turn all us young niggas into troops
You want us to fight your war
What the fuck I'm fightin' for?
Shit, I ain't got no love here
I ain't had a check all year
Taxin', all the blacks and
Police beatin' me in the streets, fuck peace
These niggas actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
In "Letter To The President," Tupac writes a letter to the President of the United States - Bill Clinton - to express his frustration and disillusionment about the way the government continues to ignore the problems of black Americans, even after being elected with promises to help. The song starts with Tupac explaining that things are still just as bad in his neighborhood since Clinton got into office. He asks the president to send more troops to control the chaos in his community since no other solutions have been realized, despite the promises made during the election. Tupac goes on to express his feelings of hopelessness and anger towards the government and society as a whole, painting a vivid image of the reality of life on America's streets.
Line by Line Meaning
Uh, dear Mr. President
I am addressing you, the President, with urgency and respect.
Whats happenin'?
I am inquiring about the current state of affairs.
I'm writin' you because, shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood
I feel the need to express my concerns as things continue to be extremely difficult in my community.
Pretty much the same way, right around the time when you got elected
The situation hasn't improved since the time of your election.
Ain't nothin' changed
There has been no significant progress or transformation.
All the promises you made, before you got elected, they ain't came true
None of the commitments or assurances you gave prior to your election have been fulfilled.
Tell me what to do, these niggas actin up in the hood
I am seeking guidance and advice on how to deal with the troubling behavior of individuals in my neighborhood.
Send mo' troops, dear Mr. President (Me and my homies is wonderin' what's goin on, holla!)
I suggest sending more law enforcement personnel to maintain order and protect the community. My friends and I are curious about the current state of affairs and eagerly await your response.
Why should I lie, when I can dramatize?
I see no reason to fabricate when I can emphasize the truth through storytelling and artistic expression.
Niggas fell victim to my lyrics, now traumatized
People have been deeply affected and emotionally disturbed by the messages conveyed in my songs.
Simply by spittin I've been blessed given riches, enemies suspicious
By expressing myself through my music, I have been fortunate to acquire wealth, leading my adversaries to become suspicious of my success.
Cause I'm seldom in the company of bitches
Since I rarely associate with promiscuous women, my focus remains on my craft and personal growth.
Plus the concepts I depict, so visual, that you can kiss
The ideas and themes I portray in my songs are vivid and realistic, allowing listeners to fully immerse themselves in the content.
Each and every trick or bitch, inside the shit I kick
All the deceptive individuals and disloyal women are exposed within the content of my music.
My heaviest verse'll move a mountain
The power and impact of my most impactful lyrics have the ability to create significant change and overcome great obstacles.
Casualties in mass amounts, brothers keep countin'
There have been numerous losses and deaths within our community, and the toll continues to rise.
Fuck the friendships, I ride alone
I no longer place importance on friendships and choose to navigate life independently.
Destination Death Row, finally found a home
I have found solace and belonging within Death Row Records, as it provides a home for my artistic expression.
Plus all my homies want to die, call it euthanasia
Many of my close friends and associates express a desire for death, referring to it as euthanasia.
Dear Lord, look how sick this ghetto made us, sincerely
I acknowledge the detrimental impact of growing up in impoverished and violent neighborhoods, and I address this concern to a higher power.
Yours I'm a thug, the product of a broken home
I identify myself as a thug, shaped by the dysfunction and instability of a shattered family.
Everybody's doped up, nigga what you smokin' on?
The majority of individuals in the community are under the influence of drugs, and I question the substance you are consuming to overlook this issue.
Figure if we high they can train us
It seems that the authorities believe that by keeping us intoxicated, they can easily control and manipulate us.
But then America fucked up and blamed up
However, America made a mistake and placed the blame on us.
I guess it's cause we black that we targets
It appears that due to our race, we become the primary targets of unfair treatment and discrimination.
My only fear is God, I spit that hard shit
I hold no fear except for God, and I continue to deliver impactful and uncompromising lyrics.
In case you don't know, I let my pump go
Just in case you are unaware, I am not afraid to use my gun.
Get ride for M'Thulu like I ride for Geronimo
I am willing to ride and fight for both the fictional character M'Thulu and the historical figure Geronimo, demonstrating my loyalty and dedication.
Down to die, for everything I represent
I am prepared to sacrifice my life for the principles and values I stand for.
Meant every word, in my letter to the President
Every word expressed in my letter to the President carries significant meaning and sincerity.
Oh you'se a ball in the White House, I hope you comfortable
You seem to be enjoying your position of power in the White House, and I hope you find it comfortable.
Cause yo I spend my nights out, with the lights out
I, on the other hand, spend my nights in the darkness, devoid of basic necessities such as electricity.
Under the safety of darkness, amongst the crashed and the heartless
Seeking safety, I navigate through a neighborhood filled with abandoned and uncaring individuals.
And young soul bros, ready to rode a star ship
There are young individuals filled with ambition and potential, eager to embark on a journey to success.
Launch it, leave a nigga flat for scratch, the Godless
They are willing to take risks and leave anyone who opposes them defeated and empty-handed.
I gotta get chips, but you can't understand that
I need to accumulate wealth, but you, as the President, may not comprehend the urgency and importance.
Want to ban rap? Stand back, before you get hurt
If you attempt to restrict or prohibit rap music, it is advised that you step back, as there may be consequences.
It's the only thing makin' pay besides smoke and work
Besides engaging in illegal activities like selling drugs and doing manual labor, rap music is the only lucrative option for many individuals.
On a mission listen more chips my goal and position
My objective and purpose are to gain more money and enhance my position in life.
First on my decision I realized the same nigga
At the outset of my journey, I recognized that I am still the same person.
Trippin' to drastic measures tryin' to get stacks of cheddar
At times, I find myself resorting to extreme measures in order to acquire a significant amount of money.
Muh'fuckers hate cops, wait it ain't gettin' better
Many individuals harbor a strong dislike towards law enforcement, and unfortunately, the situation is not improving.
But you keep, tellin' us, that it is
However, you continue to assure us that positive changes are occurring.
While your motherfuckin' troops keep killin' our kids, dig
Meanwhile, members of your forces continue to harm and even kill our youth.
Don't be surprised if you see us
Do not be astonished if you witness us engaging in retaliatory actions.
Dumpin' with nuttin but artillery to free us, motherfucker
We will resort to using weapons and firearms to liberate ourselves from the oppression, regardless of your position.
Strapped and angry, with no hope and heart broke
We are filled with anger and despair, lacking hope and experiencing emotional pain.
Fightin' first my trained brain until it's not so
I engage in a constant battle within my mind, attempting to suppress negative thoughts and emotions.
It's hostile, niggas lick shots to watch the glocks glow
The environment is hostile, with individuals firing bullets to witness the muzzle flash of their firearms.
Cadres of coppers patrol us like we some animals
Police officers monitor and control us, treating us like we are animals.
And it ain't no peace, my peace a piece on my streets
There is a distinct absence of peace, and the only sense of security I have is the firearm I carry with me on the streets.
To people beefin' and things, squeakin' on they beefs for weeks
People constantly engage in conflicts and disputes, complaining about their grievances for extended periods of time.
Mr. President, it's evident, nobody really care
Mr. President, it is clear that nobody truly cares about the struggles we face.
For a struggle out the gutter, twenty-two with gray hair
The challenges faced by those in impoverished conditions are often disregarded, despite the fact that they persist into old age.
I was raised to raise hell, frail and my heart stale
I was raised with the intention of disrupting societal norms, yet I feel weak and dispirited.
So I'ma bring hell to earth until my heart fail
Therefore, I will continue to cause chaos and disrupt the social order until my heart stops beating.
But y'all play fair, give me and mine, I'll share
However, I expect fairness and reciprocity. If you provide for me and my community, I will be willing to cooperate.
Til y'all show us you care, it's gon' be mayhem out here
Until you demonstrate genuine concern, the situation will remain chaotic and destructive.
Me and these 223's'll freeze the biggest with ease
Together with my firearms, specifically the .223 caliber rifles, we can easily overpower and intimidate even the most formidable adversaries.
I'm still a nigga you fear, bring the beast to his knees
I am still a black man who instills fear and unease in others, capable of subduing even the most intimidating individuals.
And I've been born to represent, for that I've been heaven sent
I have been destined to be a symbol and voice for my community, a purpose that I believe has been ordained by a higher power.
And I meant, every word, in my letter, to the President
I genuinely meant every single word expressed in my letter directed towards the President.
Shit is still fucked up y'all
The situation remains deeply problematic and distressing, my fellow citizens.
And y'all wonder when it's gon' get better
Many of you are undoubtedly curious as to when circumstances will improve.
And it ain't gon' get better
Unfortunately, there is no indication or hope that things will indeed improve.
Heavenly Father may I holla at you briefly
I kindly request a moment to address you, Heavenly Father.
I want to meet the President, but will he meet me?
I desire a meeting with the President, although I question whether he would be willing to meet with someone like me.
He's scared to look inside the eyes of a Thug Nigga
I suspect the President harbors fear and reluctance to confront an individual like myself, a thug who comes from the streets.
We tired of bein scapegoats for this capitalistic drug dealin'
We are exhausted from being unfairly blamed and used as scapegoats for the capitalistic drug trade that plagues our communities.
How hypocritical is Liberty?
I am questioning the hypocrisy of the concept of liberty in this country.
That blind bitch ain't never did shit for me
Liberty, often symbolized as a blind woman, has never provided any meaningful assistance or support in my life.
My history, full of casket and scars
My personal and collective history is marked by tragedy, death, and enduring physical and emotional wounds.
My own black nation at war, whole family behind bars
My own black community is embroiled in a constant state of conflict and turmoil, with a significant portion of my family incarcerated.
And they wonder why we scarred, thirteen lookin' hard
People express confusion as to why we bear deep emotional and psychological scars, even at a young age.
Sister had a baby as an adolescent, where was God?
My sister became a mother during her teenage years, and I am questioning the role of God in such circumstances.
Somewhere in the middle of my mind
Somewhere within the depths of my thoughts and consciousness
Is a nigga on the tightrope, screamin' let him die
There is a part of me that is teetering on the edge, contemplating self-destruction.
Can't lie I'm a thug, drownin' in my own blood
I must confess that I am a tough and resilient individual, but I find myself overwhelmed by internal turmoil and conflicts.
Lookin' for the reason that my momma's strung out on drugs
I am searching for an explanation as to why my mother is addicted to drugs.
Down to die, for everything I represent
I am prepared to sacrifice my life for the beliefs and values that I embody.
Meant every word, in my letter to the President
Each and every word conveyed in my letter to the President holds significant meaning and truth.
Blacks is broke, think it's a joke that we livin' low?
The black community is impoverished, but it seems that others find it amusing or a matter of little importance.
Y'all sniffin' blow and postin' what they hittin' fo'?
While you indulge in cocaine and flaunt the substance you are using, we are struggling to meet our basic needs.
Tell the secretary it's necessary we get paid
Please inform the secretary that it is crucial for us to receive fair compensation.
Look what you made, little kids gettin sprayed
Take a look at the outcome of your actions, as innocent children are becoming victims of violence.
Day after day, and night after night
This is an ongoing and relentless cycle, persisting day and night.
Battles and wars to the daylight
Our lives are characterized by constant conflicts and struggles, extending till daylight.
We might change and rearrange if you do somethin'
There is a possibility for positive change and transformation if you take meaningful action.
Til then we gonna keep it comin, Mr. President, hehe
Until that happens, we will continue to express our grievances and demands, Mr. President.
Heavenly Father may I holla at you briefly
Heavenly Father, I ask for a moment of your time to address you.
I want to meet the President, but will he meet me?
Although I desire a meeting with the President, I am doubtful that he would be willing to engage with someone of my background and circumstances.
He's scared to look inside the eyes of a Thug Nigga
I suspect that the President is fearful of confronting and acknowledging the reality and struggles of someone like me, a thug from the streets.
We tired of bein scapegoats for this capitalistic drug dealin'
We are exhausted from constantly being blamed and used as scapegoats for the capitalistic drug trade that plagues our communities.
How hypocritical is Liberty?
I am questioning the hypocrisy of the concept of liberty in this country.
That blind bitch ain't never did shit for me
Liberty, often symbolized as a blind woman, has never provided any meaningful assistance or support in my life.
My history, full of casket and scars
My personal and collective history is marked by tragedy, death, and enduring physical and emotional wounds.
My own black nation at war, whole family behind bars
My own black community is embroiled in a constant state of conflict and turmoil, with a significant portion of my family incarcerated.
And they wonder why we scarred, thirteen lookin' hard
People express confusion as to why we bear deep emotional and psychological scars, even at a young age.
Sister had a baby as an adolescent, where was God?
My sister became a mother during her teenage years, and I am questioning the role of God in such circumstances.
Somewhere in the middle of my mind
Somewhere within the depths of my thoughts and consciousness
Is a nigga on the tightrope, screamin' let him die
There is a part of me that is teetering on the edge, contemplating self-destruction.
Can't lie I'm a thug, drownin' in my own blood
I must confess that I am a tough and resilient individual, but I find myself overwhelmed by internal turmoil and conflicts.
Lookin' for the reason that my momma's strung out on drugs
I am searching for an explanation as to why my mother is addicted to drugs.
Down to die, for everything I represent
I am prepared to sacrifice my life for the beliefs and values that I embody.
Meant every word, in my letter to the President
Each and every word conveyed in my letter to the President holds significant meaning and truth.
Dear Mr. Clinton, shit
Addressing Mr. Clinton with a sense of frustration and distrust
It's gettin' harder and harder for a motherfucker
Life is becoming increasingly challenging and difficult for individuals like myself
To make a dollar in these here streets
Finding financial stability and success is becoming increasingly elusive within these particular neighborhoods
I mean shit, I hear you screamin' peace
I must express my frustration as I hear you advocating for peace from your position of power
But we can't find peace
However, peace continues to elude us
Til my little niggas on these streets get a piece
Until the younger generation in these neighborhoods are provided with opportunities and support, true peace will remain out of reach
I know you feel me cause you too near me not to hear me
I believe that you must understand and empathize with my perspective, as you are in close proximity to the challenges I face
So why don't you help a nigga out?
This prompts me to question why you do not extend a helping hand to someone like me
Sayin' you cuttin' welfare
You claim to be reducing welfare programs
That got us niggas on the street, thinkin' who in the hell care?
These cuts have resulted in individuals like myself being left on the streets, pondering who actually cares about us
Shit, y'all want us to put down our glocks and our rocks
It seems like you expect us to relinquish our firearms and stop engaging in illegal activities
But y'all ain't ready to give us no motherfuckin' dollars
However, you are not prepared to provide us with the financial resources we desperately need
What happened to our 40 acres and a mule fool?
I am questioning what happened to the promise of receiving 40 acres of land and a mule as reparations for past injustices
We ain't stupid
We are not ignorant or gullible
Think you got us lookin' to lose
You seemingly have us appearing as though we are destined for failure
Tryin' to turn all us young niggas into troops
It seems like you are attempting to recruit and manipulate the younger generation into becoming soldiers for your own purposes
You want us to fight your war
You expect us to fight in your war
What the fuck I'm fightin' for?
But what exactly am I fighting for?
Shit, I ain't got no love here
To be honest, I do not feel any love or support here
I ain't had a check all year
I have not received any form of financial assistance or support throughout the entire year
Taxin', all the blacks and
We are heavily taxed, specifically targeting the black community
Police beatin' me in the streets, fuck peace
Law enforcement officers constantly subject me to violence and abuse, so the concept of peace holds no significance to me
These niggas actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
The individuals causing trouble and disruptions in the neighborhood require a stronger presence of law enforcement personnel
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
I am seeking guidance and direction from you, Mr. President
These niggas actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
The disruptive behavior of individuals in the community necessitates the deployment of additional law enforcement personnel
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: QD 3, TUPAC SHAKUR, KOTARI (PKA "KASTRO") COX, MALCOLM (E.D.I.) GREENIDGE, TYRUSS HIMES
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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
Aliyu
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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