He was given the name Papoose by his grandmother because of his childhood resemblance to an American Indian child. Inspired by rap legends Rakim, Kool G Rap and Big Daddy Kane, he has been well respected on the underground hip-hop circuit for a long period of time now.
In early 2006, his StreetSweepers crew linked up with Busta Rhymes' Flipmode Inkprint to co-executive produce Papoose's first official album. On August 24, 2006, his official website officially announced that he signed with Jive Records, a deal which, according to his management's official website was worth $1.5 million.
Papoose has recently become known for engaging in charity work, visiting sick children and donated to causes including the Make-A-Wish Foundation and to various Hurricane Katrina charities.
On September 19, 2007 DJ Kay Slay announced that Papoose and himself have parted ways from Jive records. "We have officially gotten our release from Jive fuckin records. It was like a fuckin year of hell... Unfortunately, we almost became victims of A&R hell." On the radio show slay was asked what was next for Papoose, and he said "You know we can't talk about that man." The future of the Papoose's debut album, The Nacirema Dream, is unknown at this time; however, Papoose and Kay Slay are rumored to own the records that were created under Jive.
Papoose is no longer affiliated with Flipmode Squad.
Justice
Papoose Lyrics
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R.I.P. to the God,
Everythin′ you taught me I'm using it wisely,
Risin′ to the top
If you lost one of your homies and avenged it quick,
That ain't a murder that's a justice hit,
They killed your homie and you came back n′ wet up the strip,
Justice - the god told me to take it to the, streets
Chop the enemies head off and point it to the, east
Y′all do it for the money, I do it cuz' I love this,
I must serve justice,
Cuz if a cop try to kill a kid and his wig get split,
That ain′t a murder that's a justice hit
It′s like the drugs are the water,
Money is oxygen, a pistol is land,
Every each of us creatures needs this to continue as man,
Long time nickel-to-grand, will I live through the span,
And see the future at my visual command,
I encountered a ghetto veteran,
As his beer dripped through his hand,
He spilled his beverage and said it was to tribute his man,
He told me ever since a bullet put a end to his man,
He got to squeeze his nine to ease his mind and tend to his plans,
I thought, damn, what kind of knowledge does his mental demand,
If only violence helps his mental expand,
Conversation led to murder confessions,
Talked of how he worshiped the essence,
I was illin'
He preferred the killing than serving a blessin'
Speaking over jakes sirens as they circled the section,
He said ladies and babies no longer were worthy of presence,
He shoot the innocent to celebrate the birth of his bredren,
This nigga use his trigger wit some sort of hurtful obsession,
What can I do to stop this threat to populations′ progression?
Should I just turn to my lessons? Or turn to my weapon?
I refined his life,
Don′t fast forward, time your life,
Find a cause, take a pause and rewind your life,
Life without lovin' I left my feelings at my man grave,
How′s a man brave if that man is another mans slave?
While my ace born is barley six months before deliverin'
My blood, wake up? from biddin′, its time givin'
My sane inside a state of confusion,
My mind driftin′
My mans within only two percent chance of livin'
Took a slug below his ear,
I felt it right here,
But as the liquid pain, drain its hard to vision life clear,
We first aware to the fact that his survival is rare,
I vow vengeance with everythin' I love in a swear,
His last days bared to breathe verge on my seeds first,
It cast a shadow on my world to watch my son leave earth,
It dawned on me how it works, as he laid in a hearse,
Death is reimbursed by birth - Putting life in reverse,
Cursed for worst by his girl, jealously ways he played,
Left a widow she put a tear on his grave and prayed,
I stayed brave, feelin′ miserable seein′ my man livin' through,
They took a part of my physical with his spiritual,
Not your typical trigger crew,
We follow no Sargent or general,
Every man for the man in the mirror, (true)
Acquire shit from gloves, to the biggest guns desired,
Testin′ a tec air holes, as rapid fire perspired,
Rollin' on niggas require proper tires,
His whole murder story was truthless
I guess the ruthless spare the liars,
We hoodlums for hire,
But these niggas goin′ for free,
Fuck the drama, we bout to bring the world war three,
Y'all know the conclusion including all the squeezin′ and grievin'
All the bleedin' buried deep, in feedin′ of natures eatin′
So before leavin', yo it′s a wise man I'm repeatin′
Two wrongs don't make a right, I believe in it makes a even,
An eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth,
A justice hit.
The lyrics of Papoose's song "Justice" talk about avenging and serving justice to those who have wronged others. He starts the song by paying respect to his dead homies and the god who taught him everything he is using wisely to rise to the top. The lyrics then specifically talk about avenging someone who has been killed unjustly, and he makes a distinction between murder and justice. Justice is served when someone who killed his homie is killed in return. He also talks about how he does what he does because he loves it and not just for the money. Papoose goes to the extremes when talking about serving justice, as he says that even if a cop kills a kid, and someone serves justice, it's not a murder.
The second verse talks about how violence has become inherent in their society. The lyrics talk about how guns have become part of life, and people feel the need to kill to cope with their problems. Papoose uses a conversation he had with an elder from the ghetto to highlight the problems with the way people approach conflict. The elder shared that he would rather kill than serve a blessing because violence helps his mental state. This mentality is also prevalent in the younger generation, where celebrations call for killing the innocent to commemorate the birth of their brethren. Papoose is trying to highlight how violence has become a mental and societal issue that needs to be addressed.
Line by Line Meaning
R.I.P. to all my dead homies,
Honoring and remembering all the friends I've lost
R.I.P. to the God,
Paying tribute to a friend, the God, who has passed away
Everythin′ you taught me I'm using it wisely,
I'm learning from the lessons you taught me and using them wisely
Risin′ to the top
Moving forward and achieving success despite the obstacles and losses
If you lost one of your homies and avenged it quick,
If you lost a friend and were quick to avenge them
That ain't a murder that's a justice hit,
That's not considered murder, it's considered justice
They killed your homie and you came back n′ wet up the strip,
If someone killed your friend and you retaliated by shooting up their territory
Justice - the god told me to take it to the, streets
The concept of justice, as preached by the God, needs to be brought to the streets
Chop the enemies head off and point it to the, east
Violently eliminate enemies and showcase their defeat by pointing their severed head towards the east
Y′all do it for the money, I do it cuz' I love this,
While others are motivated by money, I take action because I'm passionate about this cause
I must serve justice,
It's my obligation to serve justice
Cuz if a cop try to kill a kid and his wig get split,
If a police officer were to kill a child and get killed as retaliation
That ain′t a murder that's a justice hit
That's not a murder, it's considered justice
It′s like the drugs are the water,
Drugs have become an essential part of everyday life like water
Money is oxygen, a pistol is land,
Money is as necessary as oxygen, and a pistol is a means of acquiring and defending land
Every each of us creatures needs this to continue as man,
As humans, we all need these things to survive
Long time nickel-to-grand, will I live through the span,
From making small amounts of money to much larger sums, will I survive through it all
And see the future at my visual command,
Will I live long enough to see my dreams and aspirations become a reality
I encountered a ghetto veteran,
I met a man who has been through the struggles of living in the ghetto for a long time
As his beer dripped through his hand,
As he drank his beer and it spilled through his fingers
He spilled his beverage and said it was to tribute his man,
He spilled his drink as a tribute to his deceased friend
He told me ever since a bullet put a end to his man,
Since his friend was killed by a gunshot
He got to squeeze his nine to ease his mind and tend to his plans,
He copes with the loss by carrying a gun and focusing on his own plans
I thought, damn, what kind of knowledge does his mental demand,
I wondered what kind of knowledge is required to handle that level of trauma
If only violence helps his mental expand,
If the only way he can cope with his mental struggles is through violent retaliation
Conversation led to murder confessions,
Our conversation turned to him confessing to committing murder
Talked of how he worshiped the essence,
He spoke of his reverence for the act of killing
He preferred the killing than serving a blessin'
He would rather kill someone than perform an act of kindness
Speaking over jakes sirens as they circled the section,
Talking while the police sirens can be heard nearby
He said ladies and babies no longer were worthy of presence,
He believed that women and children were no longer valuable in society
He shoot the innocent to celebrate the birth of his bredren,
He would kill innocent people to celebrate the birth of his friends' children
This nigga use his trigger wit some sort of hurtful obsession,
He uses his gun as an outlet for his harmful and obsessive behavior
What can I do to stop this threat to populations′ progression?
What can I do to prevent him from being a threat to society?
Should I just turn to my lessons? Or turn to my weapon?
Should I resort to peaceful means, or use a weapon to stop him?
I refined his life,
I set out to change his violent ways
Don′t fast forward, time your life,
Take your time and make meaningful choices in life
Find a cause, take a pause and rewind your life,
Find a meaningful cause to support, and reflect on your past choices
Life without lovin' I left my feelings at my man grave,
Since my friend passed away, I have been unable to feel love
How′s a man brave if that man is another mans slave?
A man cannot be considered brave if he is enslaved by someone else
While my ace born is barley six months before deliverin',
My friend's wife is six months pregnant
My blood, wake up? from biddin′, its time givin'
My family needs to wake up and realize that it's time to take action
My sane inside a state of confusion,
I am mentally conflicted and confused
My mind driftin'
My thoughts are drifting aimlessly
My mans within only two percent chance of livin',
My friend has only a two percent chance of survival
Took a slug below his ear,
He was shot below the ear
I felt it right here,
I felt the emotional pain of his injury
But as the liquid pain, drain its hard to vision life clear,
As the emotional pain begins to subside, it's hard to see life clearly
We first aware to the fact that his survival is rare,
We come to realize that it's unlikely he will survive
I vow vengeance with everythin' I love in a swear,
I swear to avenge him with everything I love
His last days bared to breathe verge on my seeds first,
As he approaches his last days, I am filled with sorrow and fear for my unborn child
It cast a shadow on my world to watch my son leave earth,
It's devastating to watch my friend's son die
It dawned on me how it works, as he laid in a hearse,
As we transport his body in a hearse, I begin to understand the fragility of life
Death is reimbursed by birth - Putting life in reverse,
One life ends, while another begins - it's like life going in reverse
Cursed for worst by his girl, jealously ways he played,
His girlfriend is angry and cursed his jealous behavior
Left a widow she put a tear on his grave and prayed,
His wife is now a widow and she visits his grave to cry and pray
I stayed brave, feelin′ miserable seein′ my man livin' through,
I remained strong, but felt terrible seeing my friend in so much pain
They took a part of my physical with his spiritual,
His death took an emotional toll on me
Not your typical trigger crew,
We are not just a typical group of people who carry guns
We follow no Sargent or general,
We do not follow a leader or authority figure in our actions
Every man for the man in the mirror, (true)
We work for ourselves and what we see when we look in the mirror
Acquire shit from gloves, to the biggest guns desired,
We obtain everything from gloves to the most powerful weapons
Testin′ a tec air holes, as rapid fire perspired,
We test our weapons by firing them rapidly with great force
Rollin' on niggas require proper tires,
To carry out our activities successfully, we need proper vehicles and equipment
His whole murder story was truthless
His story of committing murder was a lie
I guess the ruthless spare the liars,
I suppose those who are ruthless spare those who lie
We hoodlums for hire,
We are criminals who will do anything for the right price
But these niggas goin′ for free,
But in this situation, we are willing to take action for free
Fuck the drama, we bout to bring the world war three,
Ignoring any potential consequences, we are ready to start a massive war
Y'all know the conclusion including all the squeezin′ and grievin',
You already know the ending, which includes lots of violence and grieving
All the bleedin' buried deep, in feedin′ of natures eatin′
The violence will result in lots of people dying and being buried, becoming food for nature
So before leavin', yo it′s a wise man I'm repeatin',
Before I finish, I want to remind you of something wise
Two wrongs don't make a right, I believe in it makes a even,
Retaliation does not solve anything; it only makes the situation worse
Writer(s): Shamele Mackie
Contributed by Chloe D. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
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