we are selling our dreams, we are re-enacting our past and sell it as album.
Tupac is attempting to paint a story into the listener’s mind. He addresses them directly and asks them if they can see a thug nigga (2Pac) drinking hard liquor. Also, he’s asking the public if their mind can see the real truth and put it in a frame — by asking can your mind picture, as this is happening.
2Pac is drinking alcohol to try and escape the pain he’s felt throughout his life which is given to him by his soldiers dying, or his friends turning into enemies and much more. As it’s so painful to remember all these memories, he drinks hard liquor in order to escape it.
Hard liquor is a concentrated type of alcohol, which is created by being distilled rather than fermented — so it’s a like a spirit. It also has a higher alcohol content than fermented alcohol.
Tradin War Stories
2Pac Lyrics
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A military mind mean money
A criminal grind, nigga
A criminal grind mean hustle
You know
We tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
Now can your mind picture, a thug nigga drinkin' hard liquor
This ghetto life has got me catchin' up to God quicker
Who would figure that all I need was a hand trigger
Semi-automatic MAC-11 just to scare niggas?
Pardon my thug poetry, but suckers is born everyday
And fear of man grow on trees
Criminal ties for centuries, a legend in my own rhymes
So niggas whisper when they mention
Machiavelli was my tutor Donald Goines, my father figure
Mama sent me to go play with the drug dealers
Hits fall, we thug niggas and we came in packs
Every one of niggas strapped sippin' on 'gnac
In the back, my AR-15
Thuggin' 'til I die, these streets got me cravin' Thorazine
My lyrics are blueprints to money makin'
Fat as that ass that honey shakin'
My niggas tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
I bust a trey-trey, buggin and shit
They call it overthuggin and shit
But I was just a younger nigga
Gettin' older and lovin' this shit
But what was I doin' in this place?
To the fakes without a pistol in the first
Facin' termination in the worst
But I figured to play the wall, to watch all these
Playa hatin niggas position for I could see 'em all
Made it up out of there, lucky to be here to tell you
But it'll never be a repeat people I'm tryin' to tell you
Now picture the scenery, I'm thugged out, smokin' greenery
Considered a B.G, but I'm off in this game somethin D-P
My eyes only see D's, that's why I'm young and burnt out
Learned the know how, well how to do now, by eighteen turned out
And why I do it the ridin and smokin'
Collidin' with foes in the worst place
Y'all shouldn'ta fucked with us, in the first place
Y'all real O.G's, droppin' game to the youngsters
Y'all don't want no funk 'cause
Y'all be the next in the long line of war stories
We tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
I breaks them off with this gangsta war story tale (uh)
Stackin' loot up in the coupe that I protect with a MAC-12 (with a MAC-12)
Slap my clip in the chamber, fool, your life's in danger
No one will remain when I come through dumpin' insane
Call me Bowl of Major Pain, gun-slang and movin' 'caine
I be the nigga that's pullin' the trigger and dumpin' the hollow points in your brain
More bigger balls than RuPaul, Thug Life ain't a ball
We bust that ass up against the wall (up against the wall)
Never been no sign for men call
How we bucks them down on the way to the ground
Ain't nothin' but the hog in me
Bust off his dildo, killin' up hoes and keep mobbin' G
It ain't no callin' the funk off (callin' the funk off)
Don't be funkin' with my sawed off (sawed off)
Blast they dirty-ass drawers off (draws off)
And had them bitch niggas hauled off
We tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes (we tradin' war stories)
My whole family been raised, on shit that ain't okay
Ain't nothin' on this earth will make a nigga like me stay
I'm reminiscin', and catchin' flashbacks
When niggas ran up in my house
And I was too young, to try to blast back
What happened then? No one would tell me since I was three
Heard that God took my peoples, now they livin' somewhere free
But fuck that, you got what's mines and I want that
Never drop my guard, been on the squad, since ways back
And now I'm sittin', holdin' in anger because my parents missin'
Thuggin' Immortal and got some war stories for you
Now look at me straight Outlaw Immortal
Never gave a fuck 'cause I was nobody's daughter
Outlawin' from my tits to my clits, don't try to figure
'Cause the murderous tendencies in my mind can't be controlled, nigga
So who's the bigger, who's the quickest killer?
Would you try to trip with my finger on the 9 milla'
When I got you on K-9 force
Prayin' to God as your life goes back and forth
We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories
War stories, nigga
What players do?
Thug Life, Outlaw Immortalz
Motherfuckin' 2Pac a.k.a. Makaveli
Can you feel me?
Just so you know
It's on Death Row
My niggas love that shit
Dramacydal in this motherfucka, hahaha
Yeah, nigga, shout out to my niggas Fatal and Felony
C-Bo, the bald head nut, what?
(You know what time it is)
The song "Tradin War Stories" by 2Pac is about the lifestyles of Outlawz, a group of rappers who have experience with crime and have turned that knowledge into music. The song is filled with violent references, including guns, murder, and addiction, yet it also touches on the history of criminality from the criminal ties for centuries, suggesting that even though the Outlawz are breaking the law, they see themselves as a part of a long history of outlaws throughout history. The song's chorus, "We trading war stories, Outlawz on the rise, jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes," highlights the idea that these experiences are worth sharing and exchanging with each other, strengthening their sense of comradery in the world of crime.
The song has a lot of historical and cultural references. For example, the lines "Machiavelli was my tutor, Donald Goines my father figure, Moms sent me to go play with the drug dealers" refer to theories of politics and war by Niccolò Machiavelli and the novels of Donald Goines, a legendary writer of urban fiction, respectively. The song also mentions thorazine, a medication that was commonly prescribed for psychotic disorders in the 1990s when 2Pac wrote the song. Finally, the song references Outlawz’s brotherhood bond with lines like "niggas whisper when they mention" that suggest they have each other's backs at all times.
Line by Line Meaning
A military mind, nigga
Having a mindset focused on making money
A criminal grind, nigga
Engaging in illegal activities to hustle for success
You know
Acknowledging the listener's understanding
We tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise
Sharing experiences of struggle and conflict, representing the rise of the Outlawz group
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
Expressing disdain towards envious individuals, inviting them to see his determination
Now can your mind picture, a thug nigga drinkin' hard liquor
Can you imagine a tough individual consuming strong alcohol
This ghetto life has got me catchin' up to God quicker
The challenging life in the ghetto is causing him to confront mortality sooner
Who would figure that all I need was a hair trigger
Surprisingly, all he needs is a quick, explosive outburst to command respect
Semi-automatic MAC-11 just to scare niggas
Using a powerful weapon to intimidate others
Pardon my thug poetry, but suckers is born everyday
Apologizing for his raw and gritty expression, highlighting the neverending presence of weak individuals
And fear of man grow on trees
The fear people have of others is abundant and unavoidable
Criminal ties for centuries, a legend in my own rhymes
Having long-lasting connections to criminal activities, becoming a legendary figure in his own musical creations
So niggas whisper when they mention
People speak in hushed tones when referring to him
Machiavelli was my tutor Donald Goines, my father figure
Taking inspiration from Machiavelli's teachings and Donald Goines' writings, considering them influential figures in his life
Moms sent me to go play with the drug dealers
His mother allowed him to spend time with drug dealers, exposing him to their lifestyle
Hits fall, we thug niggas and we came in packs
Facing conflicts and opposition, standing together as a group of tough individuals
Every one of niggas strapped sippin' on 'nac
All of them carry weapons and consume strong alcoholic beverages
In the back, my AR-15
Carrying a powerful firearm, likely an AR-15, for protection
Thuggin till I die, these streets got me cravin' thorazine
Continuing to engage in thug activities until his death, with the streets driving him to seek tranquility or relief through medication
My lyrics are blueprints to money makin'
His song lyrics serve as detailed plans for achieving financial success
Fat as that ass that honey shakin'
His plans for making money are as substantial as the curves of a woman dancing provocatively
I bust a trey-trey, buggin an' shit
Using a .33 caliber firearm, feeling agitated and reckless
They call it overthuggin' and shit
Others refer to his excessive display of thug behavior as over-the-top
But I was just a younger nigga
In his youth, he was just a young, inexperienced individual
Gettin' older and lovin' this shit
As he matures, he increasingly embraces and enjoys the thug lifestyle
But what was I doin' in this place?
Questioning his presence in a dangerous environment
To the fakes without a pistol in the first
Addressing the phonies who lack weaponry
Facin' termination in the worst
Facing potential death in the most extreme circumstances
But I figured to play the wall, to watch all these
Deciding to blend into the background and observe everything happening
Playa hatin' niggas position for I could see 'em all
Identifying and keeping an eye on individuals who are envious
Made it up out of there, lucky to be here to tell you
Escaping that dangerous situation, considering himself fortunate to be alive and sharing his story
But it'll never be a repeat, people I'm tryin' to tell you
Emphasizing that the same dangerous circumstances won't happen again, urging others to understand
Now picture the scenery, I'm thugged out smokin' greenery
Imagine the environment where he is fully immersed in thug life, smoking marijuana
Considered a B.G., but I'm off in this game somethin D-P
Although seen as a Baby Gangsta, he is deeply involved in the criminal world
My eyes only see deez, that's why I'm young and burnt out
His focus is solely on money, causing him to feel exhausted and worn out at a young age
Learned the know how, well how to do now, by 18 turned out
Gained knowledge and skills, figuring out how to succeed at a young age, having experienced both the positive and negative aspects of life
And why I do it the ridin' and smokin'
Explaining his motivations behind engaging in illegal activities and drug use
Collidin' with foes in the worst place
Encountering enemies in the most dangerous locations
Y'all shouldn'ta fucked with us, in the first place
Warning those who oppose him or his group that they made a mistake in challenging them
Y'all real O.G.'s, droppin game to the youngsters
Acknowledging the older, experienced individuals who pass on wisdom to the younger generation
Y'all don't want no funk 'cause
Highlighting that they don't desire any conflict because
Y'all be the next in the long line of war stories
They would become the latest subjects of stories depicting violent encounters and conflicts
I breaks them off with this gangsta war story tale
Delivering a captivating and authentic account of a gangster's experiences
Stacking loot up in the coupe that I protect with a Mack 12
Accumulating money and securing it in his car, guarding it with a high-powered firearm
Slap my clip in the chamber, fool, your life's in danger
Preparing his weapon for use, warning others that their lives are at risk
No one will remain when I come through dumping insane
Anyone in his path will be eliminated when he unleashes chaotic, ruthless aggression
Call me Bowl of Major Pain, gun-slang and moving 'caine
Referring to himself as someone who inflicts significant pain, involved in illicit weapons and drug activities
I be the nigga that's pulling the trigger and dumping the hollow points in your brain
He is the person responsible for shooting and using deadly ammunition on anyone who crosses him
More bigger balls than RuPaul, Thug Life ain't a ball
Having more courage and bravery than RuPaul, emphasizing that the thug lifestyle is serious and not a game
We bust that ass up against the wall (up against the wall)
They aggressively confront and overpower their enemies, leaving them with no escape
Never been no sign for men call
Refusing to show any signs of fear when faced with danger
How we bucks them down on the way to the ground
Aggressively shooting their enemies until they fall to the ground
Ain't nothing but the hog in me
He has an aggressive, animalistic nature within him
Bust off his dildo, killin' up hoes and keep mobbin' G
Eliminating his enemies, figuratively referred to as a sex toy, and continuing to move forward with his criminal activities
It ain't no calling the funk off
There is no way to stop the ongoing conflicts and hostility
Don't be funking with my sawed off
Warning others not to provoke him, referencing his compact, powerful shotgun
Bust they dirty-ass drawers off
Violently attacking and humiliating his enemies
And had them bitch niggas hauled off
Getting rid of weak individuals, ushering them away while showing dominance
My whole family been raised, on shit that ain't okay
His entire family has grown up in an environment with morally dubious activities that are socially unacceptable
Ain't nothing on this earth will make a nigga like me stay
There is nothing in this world that can make him stay in one place or conform to societal norms
I'm reminiscing, and catchin' flashbacks
Reflecting on past experiences and having sudden memories resurface
When niggas ran up in my house
When individuals invaded his home
And I was too young, to try to blast back
At that time, he was too young and inexperienced to retaliate with force
What happend then? No one would tell me since I was three
No one would provide him with details of the incident because he was just a young child
Heard that God took my peoples, now they living somewhere free
He has been told that his loved ones have passed away and are now in a place free from suffering
But fuck that, you got what's mines and I want that
Disregarding the idea of an afterlife, he demands that others relinquish what rightfully belongs to him
Never drop my guard, been on the squad, since ways back
Continuously staying alert and cautious, being part of a tight-knit group for a long time
And now I'm sitting, holding in anger because my parents missing
Feeling resentment and frustration due to the absence of his parents
Thugging Immortal, got some war stories for you
As an eternal thug, he has a collection of tales from his experiences in conflicts
Now look at me straight Outlaw Immortal
Directing attention to himself as an immortal figure in the Outlaw community
Never gave a fuck 'cause I was nobody's daughter
He never cared about anyone's opinion as he had no need to conform to traditional expectations
Outlawing from my tits to my clits, don't try to figure
Being rebellious and defying authority from head to toe, defying any attempt to understand or analyze it
'Cause the murderous tendencies of my mind can't be controlled, nigga
The impulsive and violent nature of his thoughts cannot be restrained or suppressed
So who's the bigger, who's the quickest killer?
Questioning who among them is the most skilled and effective at murder
Would you try to trip with my finger on the 9 milla
Daring someone to provoke him while he has his finger on the trigger of his 9mm firearm
When I got you on kay-nine-fourths
Having the upper hand and dominance over others, controlling the situation
Prayin' to God as your life goes back and forth
Begging for mercy from a higher power as your life teeters between survival and death
War stories nigga
Narrating tales of conflicts and struggle
What players do
Describing the behavior and actions typical of people involved in the criminal lifestyle
Thug Life, Outlaw Immortalz
Embracing the thug way of life and identifying as a member of the Outlaw Immortalz group
Motherfucking 2Pac a.k.a. Makaveli
Referring to himself by his stage names, 2Pac and Makaveli
Can you feel me?
Asking the audience if they understand and relate to his experiences
Just so you know
Informing the listener about something important
It's on Death Row
Asserting that he is associated with Death Row Records, a prominent record label at the time
My niggas love that shit
His friends and associates greatly appreciate his music and his portrayal of their lifestyle
Dramacydal in this motherfucker
Acknowledging the presence and contribution of the rap group Dramacydal
Yea nigga! Shout out to my niggas Fatal and Felony
Sending a greeting and expressing appreciation for his friends, Fatal and Felony
C-Bo, the bald head nut, what?
Acknowledging and giving a shout-out to C-Bo, known for his shaved head and wild nature
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Peermusic Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Mutah W. Beale, Katari T. Cox, Malcolm Greenidge, Tupac Amaru Shakur, James Brown, Betty Newsome, Shawn A. Thompson, Michael Mosley, Ricardo Thomas
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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
Nice
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)
2 pac is the best