Still Rise
2Pac Lyrics


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Dear Lord
As we down here, struggle for as long as we know
In search of a paradise to touch (my nigga Johnny J)
Dreams are dreams, and reality seems to be the only place to go
The only place for us
I know, tryna make the best of bad situations
Seems to be my life's story
Ain't no glory in pain, a soldier's story in vain
And can't nobody live this life for me
It's a ride y'all, a long hard ride

Somebody break me, I'm dreamin', I started as a seed, the semen
Swimmin' upstream, planted in the womb while screamin'
On the top, was my pops, my mama screamin' stop
From a single drop, this is what they got
Not to disrespect my peoples, but my papa was a loser
Only plan he had for mama was to fuck her and abuse her
Even as a little seed, I could see his plan for me
Stranded on welfare, another broken family
Now what was I to be? A product of this heated passion
Mama got pregnant, and papa got a piece of ass
Look how it began, nobody gave a fuck about me
Pistol in my hand, this cruel world can do without me
How can I survive?
Got me askin' white Jesus
Will a nigga live or die?
'Cause the Lord can't see us
In the deep dark clouds of the projects, ain't no sunshine
No sunny days and we only play sometimes
When everybody's sleepin'
I open my window, jump to the streets and get to creepin'
I can live or die, hope I get some money 'fore I'm gone
I'm only nineteen, I'm tryna hustle on my own
On this block where everybody and they pops tryna slang rocks
Rather go to college, but this is where the game stops
Don't get it wrong 'cause it's always on, from dusk to dawn
You can buy rocks, Glocks or a herringbone
You can ask my man Ishmael Reed
Keep my nine heated all the time this is how we grind
Meet up at the cemetery then get smoked out, pass the weed, nigga
That Hennessey'll keep me keyed, nigga ('sho nuff)
Everywhere I go niggas holla at me, "Keep it real G"
And my reply, "Til' they kill me"
Act up if you feel me, I was born not to make it, but I did
The tribulations of a ghetto kid, still I rise

Still I (still I) I rise (I rise)
Please give me to the sky (the sky)
And if (and if) I die (I die)
I don't want you to cry

I stay sharp as always
Runnin' ya bricks with blitz, through ya project hallways
Dumpin' crews like two's, nigga all day
Secrets of war prepare me for the worst
A life that's lavish, full of cabbage or a life that's in a hearse
But now my dreams it seems though, be placin' triple beams and things, bro
Diamond pinky ring got the loot poppin' out my jeans

Now I plan to keep my Glock cocked
If trouble was searchin' for me then why not?
Show 'em what I'm made of plus raised on, on my block
Chancellor Ave, where many turn to the street, thugs snatchin' bags
We out for power, makin' cash it wasn't fast it'll make me mad
I'm just like, pimpin'
My homie on the corner with his gat tucked in
Youngest, they buckin' somethin' the life he leads
The life he don't need, don't we all know
He tryna rise up and we just go though, still he rise

Dreams of lost hope
I hit the strip broke where the fiends get coke
And still I rise now I float cowards ghost
Whenever we come around, I'm runnin' down
Clutchin' a pound, live as sirens, duckin' the sound
I used to hustle with my moms til' the sun came
My homie Harm doin' time from this drug game
Stolen cars, war scars, born a Outlaw
Behind bars, go to sleep just to see the stars
Freedom is ours, though we trapped on a firm block
Crackheads only ten learn to duck cops

In ninety-six my Glock's my plastic, passion for blastin' bastards
No faces for open caskets, peelin' ya cap backwards
You cowards ain't prepared for pistol practice
I send my missiles through your mattress
Leavin' holes in your body like a cactus
While me and my crew be boppin' more greens than topic
And loot to keep the seams in my motherfuckin' jeans poppin'
Leavin' ya spleen to pick up
Half of you niggas is softer than a Snicker
Let's go to war and see who draw quicker
And still I rise, and still I rise (still I rise)

Still I (still I) I rise (I rise)
Please give me to the sky (the sky)
And if (and if) I die (I die)
I don't want you to cry

Still I (still I) I rise (I rise)
Please give me to the sky (the sky)
And if (and if) I die (I die)
I don't want you to cry

Y'all niggas be fake
All day, everyday
So now I got roller blades, bitch
Thought you knew




Your mouth is rich (ooh yeah)
C'mon pops, let's go

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to 2Pac's Still Rise talk about the struggles of life and how he had risen above those struggles. The song is introspective and starts by discussing how the only place for people is reality even though they all want to find a place of paradise. It then goes on to give an overview of his life, starting from when he was a seed to his current position. He talks about how his father was a loser who only wanted to abuse his mother, and how he was left stranded on welfare. The chorus signifies his will to rise above it all.


2Pac then recounts the story of his early life, describing how his mother got pregnant while his father only wanted to take advantage of her. He also details how growing up in the ghetto was not easy, with no sunshine or sunny days. The only way to survive was to ask white Jesus to help him, as no one lived in the darkness of the projects. He describes his daily routine of creeping around the streets, trying to make some money while everyone was sleeping.


The second verse sees 2Pac talking about his success and the dreams of lost hope, and how he has risen above all the obstacles that have come his way. He says that they tried to put him in a spot to bring him down, but he's still rising up, floating where other people have passed away. He also touches on his crew and their success, saying no one can face them. He then rounds up by talking about how half the people he knows are soft and aren't ready for a real fight.


In conclusion, Still Rise is a song that chronicles the life struggles of 2Pac and inspires the listener to rise above those struggles. It talks about what it took to get to his current position and how he has been a victim of poverty and crime. The chorus signifies that he is rising above it all and that his forward progress is unstoppable.


Line by Line Meaning

Dear Lord
I begin this song by addressing God, seeking guidance and assistance.


As we down here, struggle for as long as we know
We, as human beings, endure hardships and challenges throughout our lives.


In search of a paradise to touch (my nigga Johnny J)
We yearn for a perfect and desirable place where we can find happiness and fulfillment.


Dreams are dreams, and reality seems to be the only place to go
While dreams are inspiring, the harsh reality of life is where we must truly exist.


The only place for us
The world we live in is the only place where we can truly belong and find our purpose.


I know, tryna make the best of bad situations
I understand that I must strive to find positivity and make the most out of difficult circumstances.


Seems to be my life's story
This theme of trying to find hope in adversity is a recurring theme in my life.


Ain't no glory in pain, a soldier's story in vain
There is no honor or pride in experiencing pain; the struggles faced by a soldier can often be in vain.


And can't nobody live this life for me
No one else can live my life or fully understand the challenges I face.


It's a ride y'all, a long hard ride
Life is a journey filled with hardships and obstacles that we must endure.


Somebody break me, I'm dreamin', I started as a seed, the semen
I feel overwhelmed and helpless, as if I am trapped in a dream. I began my existence as a small seed, the result of my parents' intimacy.


Swimmin' upstream, planted in the womb while screamin'
I faced difficulties right from my inception, struggling against the flow of life and being conceived while crying out.


On the top, was my pops, my mama screamin' stop
At the moment of my creation, my father was in control, while my mother desperately pleaded for him to stop.


From a single drop, this is what they got
From the moment of conception, my parents' actions led to my existence and shaped my life.


Not to disrespect my peoples, but my papa was a loser
I don't mean to disrespect my family, but my father was a failure.


Only plan he had for mama was to fuck her and abuse her
My father's sole intention for my mother was to engage in sexual acts with her and mistreat her.


Even as a little seed, I could see his plan for me
Even in the earliest stages of my existence, I could sense my father's intentions and how they would shape my future.


Stranded on welfare, another broken family
My family was left stranded, relying on welfare assistance, and had become yet another example of a shattered household.


Now what was I to be? A product of this heated passion
What was my destiny to become? I was merely a result of the intense emotions and actions that brought me into this world.


Mama got pregnant, and papa got a piece of ass
My mother became pregnant, and my father only sought sexual pleasure.


Look how it began, nobody gave a fuck about me
The circumstances of my birth were marked by indifference and disregard for my well-being.


Pistol in my hand, this cruel world can do without me
Feeling abandoned and overwhelmed by the harshness of the world, I contemplate resorting to violence and believe that the world would not miss me.


How can I survive?
I question how I can continue to endure and overcome the challenges I face.


Got me askin' white Jesus
I turn to the depiction of Jesus as a white figure, seeking guidance and hope from a higher power.


Will a nigga live or die?
I question whether I will continue to exist or perish in this world.


'Cause the Lord can't see us
I express doubt in the notion that God truly sees and understands the struggles we face.


In the deep dark clouds of the projects, ain't no sunshine
Living in poverty-stricken neighborhoods, there is a lack of positivity or hope.


No sunny days and we only play sometimes
There are very few moments of joy or happiness in our lives, and they are often short-lived.


When everybody's sleepin'
In the quiet hours of the night when others are asleep,


I open my window, jump to the streets and get to creepin'
I take advantage of the darkness and silence, sneaking out of my window to navigate the streets.


I can live or die, hope I get some money 'fore I'm gone
I am uncertain about my future, hoping to achieve financial stability before my potential demise.


I'm only nineteen, I'm tryna hustle on my own
At a young age, I am determined to make my own way and engage in hustling to survive.


On this block where everybody and they pops tryna slang rocks
I am surrounded by individuals, including their fathers, who are involved in selling drugs on this street.


Rather go to college, but this is where the game stops
I would prefer to pursue higher education, but my ambitions are hindered by the reality of the drug trade on this block.


Don't get it wrong 'cause it's always on, from dusk to dawn
Don't misunderstand the constant activity and danger that persists from morning till night.


You can buy rocks, Glocks or a herringbone
In this environment, you have the options of purchasing drugs, firearms, or flashy jewelry like a herringbone necklace.


You can ask my man Ishmael Reed
There is someone named Ishmael Reed who can vouch for my lifestyle and experiences.


Keep my nine heated all the time this is how we grind
I always keep my 9mm handgun ready, as this is the reality of our daily hustling and survival.


Meet up at the cemetery then get smoked out, pass the weed, nigga
We gather at the cemetery, where we smoke marijuana together, passing the joint from one person to another.


That Hennessey'll keep me keyed, nigga ('sho nuff)
Drinking Hennessy keeps me relaxed and at ease, it's a fact.


Everywhere I go niggas holla at me, 'Keep it real G'
Wherever I go, people acknowledge me, saying, 'Stay true to yourself, my friend.'


And my reply, 'Til' they kill me'
My response is that I will remain true to myself until the day I die, regardless of the circumstances.


Act up if you feel me, I was born not to make it, but I did
If you can relate to my struggles, then act out in defiance against the odds. I was not destined for success, but I have surpassed expectations.


The tribulations of a ghetto kid, still I rise
Despite the challenges and hardships faced as a child from the ghetto, I continue to overcome and persevere.


Still I (still I) I rise (I rise)
Even though life has knocked me down countless times, I continue to rise and push forward.


Please give me to the sky (the sky)
I implore the heavens or a higher power to elevate me and grant me freedom.


And if (and if) I die (I die)
In the event of my death,


I don't want you to cry
I do not want those who care about me to mourn or shed tears.


I stay sharp as always
I remain vigilant and aware of my surroundings at all times.


Runnin' ya bricks with blitz, through ya project hallways
I move swiftly and aggressively, navigating through the hallways of housing projects to conduct illegal activities.


Dumpin' crews like two's, nigga all day
I engage in violent encounters, overpowering and defeating opposing groups throughout the day.


Secrets of war prepare me for the worst
My experiences in the battlefield of life have taught me to anticipate and be ready for the most dire circumstances.


A life that's lavish, full of cabbage or a life that's in a hearse
I can either live a luxurious, wealthy life or be killed and end up in a coffin.


But now my dreams it seems though, be placin' triple beams and things, bro
However, my aspirations revolve around acquiring large sums of money through illegal means, specifically dealing drugs.


Diamond pinky ring got the loot poppin' out my jeans
I flaunt my wealth and success with a diamond-studded pinky ring, displaying the money that bulges out from my jeans.


Now I plan to keep my Glock cocked
I intend to always keep my Glock pistol loaded and ready for use.


If trouble was searchin' for me then why not?
If trouble is seeking me out, then it should expect to find me armed and prepared to defend myself.


Show 'em what I'm made of plus raised on, on my block
I will prove my strength and demonstrate that I am a product of the environment I was raised in, specifically my neighborhood.


Chancellor Ave, where many turn to the street, thugs snatchin' bags
Chancellor Avenue, the street where I reside, is a place where people, especially those involved in crime, resort to stealing belongings from others.


We out for power, makin' cash it wasn't fast it'll make me mad
We are driven by the desire for influence and authority, engaging in activities to earn money. The slow pace of our progress frustrates and angers me.


I'm just like, pimpin'
I compare myself to a pimp, utilizing my charm and resourcefulness to navigate and succeed in a challenging environment.


My homie on the corner with his gat tucked in
My friend stands on the street corner, concealing his firearm.


Youngest, they buckin' somethin' the life he leads
The younger individuals in the neighborhood are involved in acts of violence, taking part in the dangerous lifestyle that surrounds them.


The life he don't need, don't we all know
We all recognize that this is not the kind of life these young people should be living.


He tryna rise up and we just go though, still he rise
Despite the difficulties he faces, he remains determined to improve his situation and rise above his circumstances.


Dreams of lost hope
I have dreams that are filled with despair and a sense of hopelessness.


I hit the strip broke where the fiends get coke
I find myself on the streets, financially destitute, in an area where drug addicts purchase cocaine.


And still I rise now I float cowards ghost
Nevertheless, I continue to overcome and succeed, causing those who doubt me to fade away like weak apparitions.


Whenever we come around, I'm runnin' down
Whenever I am present in the vicinity, I am seen as a threat and people scatter or retreat.


Clutchin' a pound, live as sirens, duckin' the sound
I hold onto a firearm, constantly aware of the blaring sirens, and evading capture or arrest by the police.


I used to hustle with my moms til' the sun came
I used to engage in illegal activities with my mother until the early hours of the morning.


My homie Harm doin' time from this drug game
My friend named Harm is currently serving a prison sentence due to his involvement in the drug trade.


Stolen cars, war scars, born a Outlaw
My life includes stealing vehicles and bearing the scars of conflict. I was born into a lifestyle associated with lawlessness.


Behind bars, go to sleep just to see the stars
While incarcerated, I find solace and escape by closing my eyes and envisioning the stars in the sky.


Freedom is ours, though we trapped on a firm block
I hold onto the hope of one day attaining freedom, even though I am currently confined to a specific neighborhood or block.


Crackheads only ten learn to duck cops
Even children as young as ten years old in this environment are exposed to crack cocaine and must learn how to avoid law enforcement.


In ninety-six my Glock's my plastic, passion for blastin' bastards
In 1996, my Glock pistol becomes my most valuable asset, representing my dedication to retaliating against and neutralizing my enemies.


No faces for open caskets, peelin' ya cap backwards
Our enemies have no chance of a proper funeral service, as we will violently remove their facial features and shoot them from behind.


You cowards ain't prepared for pistol practice
The individuals who oppose us are not adequately equipped or trained to defend themselves against our firearm skills.


I send my missiles through your mattress
I fire bullets at you, piercing through your mattress, as a means of attacking and eliminating my enemies.


Leavin' holes in your body like a cactus
The bullets I shoot will create holes in your body, much like the spikes on a cactus.


While me and my crew be boppin' more greens than topic
My crew and I are focused on acquiring more money than the current trending topic or popular subject.


And loot to keep the seams in my motherfuckin' jeans poppin'
The wealth we accumulate is used to maintain the appearance of overflowing pockets and keep our jeans bulging with money.


Leavin' ya spleen to pick up
The bullets I shoot will cause severe internal injuries, requiring you to pick up and collect your own ruptured spleen.


Half of you niggas is softer than a Snicker
Many of you individuals are weak and lacking in toughness, as soft as a Snickers candy bar.


Let's go to war and see who draw quicker
I challenge you to engage in a violent conflict and determine who can draw their weapon faster.


And still I rise, and still I rise (still I rise)
Despite all the hardships and dangers I face, I continue to overcome and persevere, rising above the challenges.


Still I (still I) I rise (I rise)
Once again, I reiterate that I refuse to be defeated, and my resilience allows me to rise up from any setback.


Please give me to the sky (the sky)
I once again plead to ascend to the heavens, seeking freedom and escape from my current circumstances.


And if (and if) I die (I die)
In the event of my death,


I don't want you to cry
I do not wish for those who care about me to grieve or shed tears in my memory.


Y'all niggas be fake
You individuals are deceitful and not genuine.


All day, everyday
Your inauthenticity is a constant, occurring every day without exception.


So now I got roller blades, bitch
In response to your fakeness, I have acquired roller blades, disrespectfully referring to you.


Thought you knew
I assumed that you were aware or understood the consequences of your actions.


Your mouth is rich (ooh yeah)
Your words are false and full of empty promises (expressed with sarcasm).


C'mon pops, let's go
Father, come with me, let's leave this place behind.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave
Written by: Tupac Shakur, Bruce Washington, Yafeu Fula, Rufus Cooper, Mutah Beale, Kotari Cox, Tyruss Himes, Johnny Jackson

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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

Ashanti

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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.

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