Part Time Mutha
2Pac Lyrics


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She's a part time
A part time
Part time
She's a (part time mutha)
A part time
A part time
Part time
She's a (part time mutha)

Meet Cindi, she's twenty-two, lives right on the dope track
Used to be fat now weighs less than a Tic-Tac
Now what's that say about, this big epidemic
This hypocritical world, and the people in it
Now speaking of in it Cindi loved to get buckwild
Fuck with a smile single file she'll bust nuff styles
That would be cool, if she was your lover
But fuck that, Cindi was my dope fiend mother
Welfare checks never stepped through the front door
'Cause moms would run to the dopeman once more
All those days, had me fiending for a hot meal
Now I'm a crook, got steel, I do not feel
So don't even trip, when I flip, with my thirty-eight
Revenge is a bitch, and my hit shake the murder rate
Word to the mutha, I'm touched
When moms come by, niggas hush or get rushed
Maybe one day she'll recover
But what will it take, to shake, or break
My part time mutha

She's a part time
A part time
Part time
She's a (part time mutha)
A part time
A part time
Part time
She's a (part time mutha)

I grew up in a home where no-one liked me
Moms would hit the pipe, every night, she would fight me
Poppa was a nasty old man, like the rest
He's feeling on my chest, with his hand in my dress
Just another pest, and yes I was nervous
Blood sensor tests, I just don't deserve this
I want to tell mom, but would she listen
She's bound to be bitching if she hasn't got a fix in
So, now I lay me down to sleep
Lord don't let him rape me
If he does my soul to keep
Don't let the devil take me
Can't concentrate I contemplate in my classroom
Thinking how my step dad, raped me in the bathroom
Every day I make class, and yet I'm missing periods
The thought of pregnancy is in my head and now I'm fearing it
I gotta tell mom, before she sees me
I told her how he G'd me, and she didn't believe me
Calling me a slut 'cause my butt's kinda big so
Still that ain't no way to be talking to your kids though
I can't believe the way you call it
Gotta believe in him, and dissing her own daughter
Time for me to break and find another
That's when I discovered
The ways of the days of a part time mutha

She's a part time
A part time
Part time
She's a (part time mutha)
A part time
A part time
Part time
She's a (part time mutha)

I rush to tend her, talked as I touch her
She blushed, the clothes came off, and I bust her
I'm up now, ready to get drunk on the block
Here, take a cab, thanks a lot for the cot
She's gone, and I'm thinking that my game's so strong
Pat myself on the back and move on
Is this just how it is hell no
'cause she came back with the kid and yo
I been paying ever since
The clothes the food the cars and oh the rent
All of my time gets spent at the workplace
No time to kiss her got me list in the first place
So I do the dishes and clean the floor
When I sleep I can't dream anymore
Oh no, now I'm a part time mutha
And I, change the diapers and clean the shit
The tables are turned I can't take this
Oh no, now I'm a part time mutha

A part time
A part time mutha
Now I'm a part time mutha
I'm a (part time mutha)
A part time
A part time
Part time
Now I'ma (part time mutha)
She's a part time
A part time mutha
He's a part time mutha
She's a (part time mutha)
A part time
A part time
A part time
Part time mutha
A part time
A part time mutha




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Overall Meaning

The song Part Time Mutha by 2Pac sheds light on the struggles experienced by individuals who grew up in a dysfunctional family due to the addiction of their parents. The song tells the story of two women, Cindi and the singer's mother, who neglect their roles as mothers due to their addiction to drugs. Cindi's addiction leads her to become a prostitute in order to support her habit, while the singer's mother continuously chooses drugs over her family, leaving her child to fend for himself.


The lyrics take a deeper turn in the second verse, where the singer reveals that she was sexually abused by her stepfather and was not believed when she confided in her mother. The abuse led to her becoming pregnant and her mother continuing to shame her for her body type, leading her to feel unsupported and neglected even further. The song also touches on the theme of the cycle of abuse, as the singer moves on to become a neglectful mother herself.


Overall, the song serves as a powerful commentary on the devastating effects of addiction on families, particularly on children who are left to bear the brunt of their parents' actions.


Line by Line Meaning

She's a part time
The woman being described is only partially present in the lives of those around her.


A part time
Again emphasizing that this woman is not fully devoted to the well-being of others.


Part time
Her neglectful behavior is repeated throughout the song.


She's a (part time mutha)
The woman is a mother who is not fully committed to raising her children and providing them with a healthy lifestyle.


Meet Cindi, she's twenty-two, lives right on the dope track
Cindi is introduced as a young woman who lives in an area known for drug use and distribution.


Used to be fat now weighs less than a Tic-Tac
Cindi has lost a significant amount of weight, likely due to drug use.


Now what's that say about, this big epidemic
The epidemic being referred to is drug addiction, and the line questions what Cindi's weight loss tells us about the severity of the issue.


This hypocritical world, and the people in it
The world is criticized for condemning drug use while not providing enough resources to combat addiction.


Cindi loved to get buckwild
Cindi enjoys partying and using drugs.


Fuck with a smile single file she'll bust nuff styles
Cindi is attractive and charismatic, allowing her to easily obtain drugs and engage in multiple sexual encounters.


That would be cool, if she was your lover
Having a wild, adventurous partner may be appealing to some people.


But fuck that, Cindi was my dope fiend mother
The artist is revealing that Cindi is actually their mother and is addicted to drugs.


Welfare checks never stepped through the front door
The family does not receive government assistance because Cindi spends their money on drugs.


'Cause moms would run to the dopeman once more
Cindi's addiction causes her to prioritize obtaining drugs over the needs of her family.


All those days, had me fiending for a hot meal
The singer did not have consistent access to food due to Cindi's addiction.


Now I'm a crook, got steel, I do not feel
The artist is now involved in criminal activity, likely to support themselves while dealing with the consequences of Cindi's addiction.


So don't even trip, when I flip, with my thirty-eight
The artist is warning others not to mess with them, or they will defend themselves with a gun.


Revenge is a bitch, and my hit shake the murder rate
If someone messes with the singer, they will seek revenge and are capable of harming others.


Word to the mutha, I'm touched
The singer is emotional and impacted by Cindi's addiction.


When moms come by, niggas hush or get rushed
Others are afraid of Cindi when she is under the influence and around her children.


Maybe one day she'll recover
There is hope that Cindi will overcome her addiction.


But what will it take, to shake, or break
The artist questions what needs to happen for Cindi to fully recover and regain control of her life.


I grew up in a home where no-one liked me
The singer did not receive love or support from their family growing up.


Moms would hit the pipe, every night, she would fight me
Cindi's drug use caused her to be physically violent toward her child.


Poppa was a nasty old man, like the rest
The singer's father figure was also abusive and unkind.


He's feeling on my chest, with his hand in my dress
The father figure sexually assaulted the singer.


Just another pest, and yes I was nervous
The singer was uncomfortable around the man and afraid of his behavior.


Blood sensor tests, I just don't deserve this
The artist talks about taking pregnancy tests at school, indicating that they were sexually active and possibly pregnant as a result of the abuse.


I want to tell mom, but would she listen
The artist is hesitant to tell Cindi about the abuse they are experiencing.


She's bound to be bitching if she hasn't got a fix in
The singer knows that Cindi's drug addiction will get in the way of dealing with this issue if she is not currently high.


So, now I lay me down to sleep
The singer is preparing for bed and saying a prayer.


Lord don't let him rape me
The artist is asking for protection from sexual assault.


If he does my soul to keep
If the artist is sexually assaulted, they do not want the assailant to take control of their life and soul.


Can't concentrate I contemplate in my classroom
The artist struggles to focus on school due to the trauma they are experiencing.


Thinking how my step dad, raped me in the bathroom
The singer is haunted by the memory of the abuse they experienced.


Every day I make class, and yet I'm missing periods
The artist is still attending school but is also dealing with the potential consequences of the sexual abuse, like a missed menstrual cycle indicating pregnancy.


The thought of pregnancy is in my head and now I'm fearing it
The possibility of being pregnant as a result of the abuse is causing the singer distress.


I gotta tell mom, before she sees me
The singer feels it is necessary to tell Cindi about the abuse before she discovers the pregnancy or other signs of what is happening.


I told her how he G'd me, and she didn't believe me
Cindi did not believe her child when they told her about the sexual abuse.


Calling me a slut 'cause my butt's kinda big so
Cindi insults her child instead of believing their story or offering support.


Still that ain't no way to be talking to your kids though
The artist recognizes that Cindi's behavior is not appropriate or loving for a parent.


I can't believe the way you call it
The singer is distressed by Cindi's behavior and response to their situation.


Gotta believe in him, and dissing her own daughter
Cindi seems to prioritize her own relationships and addictions over the well-being of her child.


Time for me to break and find another
The artist knows they need to leave this situation and find a new place to live or a new form of support.


That's when I discovered
The artist continues to reflect on their experiences and what they have learned as they share their story.


The ways of the days of a part time mutha
The artist is highlighting that their neglectful mother's behavior is not unique and is part of a larger societal problem.


I rush to tend her, talked as I touch her
The singer is caring for someone in their life, potentially a child or elderly family member.


She blushed, the clothes came off, and I bust her
The artist engages in sexual activity with this person.


I'm up now, ready to get drunk on the block
The singer is ready to party or drink alcohol with their friends.


Here, take a cab, thanks a lot for the cot
The singer is dismissing someone from their home or a place they stayed overnight.


She's gone, and I'm thinking that my game's so strong
The singer is confident in their ability to attract partners or have sexual encounters.


Pat myself on the back and move on
The artist is proud of their sexual conquest and is ready to move on to the next experience.


Is this just how it is hell no
The artist is questioning if their current lifestyle is all there is, and then answering that it is not.


'cause she came back with the kid and yo
The woman the singer had recently slept with returned with a child, potentially implicating the singer as the father.


I been paying ever since
The singer has been financially supporting this child since they were born.


The clothes the food the cars and oh the rent
The artist pays for all of the child's basic needs, and more.


All of my time gets spent at the workplace
The artist is frequently working to afford the expenses associated with having a child.


No time to kiss her got me list in the first place
The artist is tired and overworked, and likely regrets getting involved with the woman who had a child.


So I do the dishes and clean the floor
The singer is performing domestic chores in addition to working and caring for a child.


When I sleep I can't dream anymore
The artist is so stressed and overworked that they cannot even find respite in their dreams when they sleep.


Oh no, now I'm a part time mutha
The singer is communicating that they, too, have become a neglectful parent due to the demands of their life and responsibility for a child.


And I, change the diapers and clean the shit
The singer takes on the mundane tasks of caring for their child despite their exhaustion and strain.


The tables are turned I can't take this
The singer is struggling with the demands of caring for a child and the toll it is taking on their life.


He's a part time mutha
The artist is acknowledging that there are many parents, like themselves, who struggle to balance their responsibilities and their own lives.


Part time
Reiterating that the problem of neglectful or overburdened parents is not uncommon and persists throughout the song.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: DEON EVANS, STEVIE WONDER, TUPAC AMARU SHAKUR

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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

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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