Stora tråden om Tupac

Med tanke på att han blev skjuten flera gånger och även dog av att bli skjuten så var det troligtvis ingen överdrift.

Var han inte öppen med att han beskrev "livet som andra levde?" runt honom? Sen blev han ju dödsskjuten så säg vad du vill.

http://crime.about.com/od/famousdiduno/ig/mugshots_rap_hip_rb/tupacmug1.htm

Tror du han var någon överklass eller? Crackmorsa från svara pantrarna och okänd fader. Den tiden han gick konstubildning var kort och i unga år. Han langade droger och blivit skjuten 5 gånger. Såklart att man skaffar sig ett bättre liv när pengarna från musiken rullar in.

Ni verkar inte fatta att man kan fejka criminal records, kolla denna.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G3OuC7-MHD4

Blev han "gangsta" efter 17 års ålder? Allt var en image, case closed.

Hur förklarar du då att han blev mer och mer "gangsta" desto kändare han blev? Borde det inte vara tvärtom? Pfft.

Det är hans stil inom hiphopen och dessa teman är nödvändigtvis inget som behöver illustrera verkligheten bokstavligen.
Mördande texter du vet, inget brott på riktigt.

Uttjatat ämne.

Tupac sköt två poliser som misshandlade en man, i 9/10 fall i USA skulle det leda till antingen dödsstraff eller livstid i fängelse, tror du en person som inte var "about that life" skulle våga göra det?

Nej verkligen inte. Jag var över 20 innan jag blev kriminell. Eller snarare som just Tupac uttryckte det " And I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do".

http://theboombox.com/suge-knight-says-tupac-shakur-is-alive/

En av min favoritrappare, han gjorde många bra låtar.

Little somethin for my godson Elijah and a little girl named Corinne

[Verse 1:]
Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
I say the darker the flesh then the deeper the roots
I give a holler to my sisters on welfare
Tupac cares, if don't nobody else care
And uhh, I know they like to beat ya down a lot
When you come around the block brothas clown a lot
But please don't cry, dry your eyes, never let up
Forgive but don't forget, girl keep your head up
And when he tells you you ain't nothin' don't believe him
And if he can't learn to love you you should leave him
Cause sista you don't need him
And I ain't tryin to gash up, I just call em how I see em
You know it makes me unhappy
When brothas make babies, and leave a young mother to be a pappy
And since we all came from a woman
Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman
I wonder why we take from our women
Why we rape our women, do we hate our women?
I think it's time to kill for our women
Time to heal our women, be real to our women
And if we don't we'll have a race of babies
That will hate the ladies, that make the babies
And since a man can't make one
He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one
So will the real men get up
I know you're fed up ladies, but you gotta keep your head up

[Chorus:]
Keep ya head up, oooo child things are gonna get easier
Ooooo child things are gonna get brighter [2x]

[Verse 2:]
Aiyyo, I remember Marvin Gaye, used to sing ta me
He had me feelin like black was tha thing to be
And suddenly tha ghetto didn't seem so tough
And though we had it rough, we always had enough
I huffed and puffed about my curfew and broke the rules
Ran with the local crew, and had a smoke or two
And I realize momma really paid the price
She nearly gave her life, to raise me right
And all I had ta give her was my pipe dream
Of how I'd rock the mic, and make it to tha bright screen
I'm tryin to make a dollar out of fifteen cents
It's hard to be legit and still pay tha rent
And in the end it seems I'm headin for tha pen
I try and find my friends, but they're blowin in the wind
Last night my buddy lost his whole family
It's gonna take the man in me to conquer this insanity
It seems tha rain'll never let up
I try to keep my head up, and still keep from gettin wet up
You know it's funny when it rains it pours
They got money for wars, but can't feed the poor
Say there ain't no hope for the youth and the truth is
It ain't no hope for tha future
And then they wonder why we crazy
I blame my mother, for turning my brother into a crack baby
We ain't meant to survive, cause it's a setup
And even if you're fed up
Huh, ya got to keep your head up

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
And uhh
To all the ladies havin babies on they own
I know it's kinda rough and you're feelin all alone
Daddy's long gone and he left you by ya lonesome
Thank the Lord for my kids, even if nobody else want em
Cause I think we can make it, in fact, I'm sure
And if you fall, stand tall and comeback for more
Cause ain't nuttin worse than when your son
Wants to kno why his daddy don't love him no mo'
You can't complain you was dealt this
Hell of a hand without a man, feelin helpless
Because there's too many things for you to deal with
Dying inside, but outside you're looking fearless
While tears, is rollin down your cheeks
Ya steady hopin things don't all down this week
Cause if it did, you couldn't take it, and don't blame me
I was given this world I didn't make it
And now my son's getten older and older and cold
From havin the world on his shoulders
While the rich kids is drivin Benz
I'm still tryin to hold on to survivin friends
And it's crazy, it seems it'll never let up, but
Please... you got to keep your head up

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