I've never been so happy sometimes. While walking through shopping malls or places like that, I see small children playing and their parents having fun with them, loving them. I swear, nothing makes me more happy than looking at other people and watching things like that. I actually smile, and think to myself how nice it is. This world has some things that are too beautiful to explain and things like that, I believe is something amazing. I can't thank God enough, but I'm sure that He knows exactly how much I love life.
Saturday, October 23, 2004
Momma
I love writing, my God. I've got so much free time when I'm alone, thanks Kris for backing me up with the posts I probably wouldn't be writing without some support :p. Everyone and I mean everyone is at the homecoming dance. Myself? I'm at home alone but with music and with a mind. Tupac has so many damn great songs. Here are the lyrics from another song: "You are appreciated...
When I was young, me and my mama had beef
17 years old kicked out on tha streets
though back in tha time, I never thought I'd see her face
ain't a woman alive that can take my momma's place
suspended from school, scared ta go home
I was a fool with tha big boys breaking all tha rules
shed tears with my baby sister
over tha years we wuz poorer than tha other little kids
and even though we had different daddies
tha same drama when things went wrong we blamed mama
I reminised on tha stress I caused, it wuz hell
hugg'en on my mama from a jail cell
and who'ed think in elementary, heeeey i'd see tha penitentiary
One day
running from tha Police, that's right
Momma catch me--put a whoop'en to my backside
and even as a crack fiend mama,
ya always was a black queen mama
I finally understand for a woman
it ain't easy--trying ta raise a man
ya always wuz commited, a poor single mother on welfare,
tell me how ya did it
there's no way I can pay ya back
but tha plan is ta show ya that I understand.
you are appreciated......
Chorus
Laaaaady, don't cha know we luv ya
Sweeeet Laaaady, place no one above ya
Sweeeet Laaaady, don't cha know we luv ya
Ain't nobody tell us it wuz fair
no luv for my daddy, cause tha coward wuzn't there
he passed away and I didn't cry
cause my anger, wouldn't let me feel for a stranger
they say i'm wrong and i'm heartless
but all along I wuz looking for a father--he wuz gone
I hung around with tha thug's and even though they sold drugs
they showed a young brother luv
I moved out and started really hang'in
I needed money of my own so I started slang'in
I ain't guilty cause, even though I sell rocks
It feels good, putting money in your mailbox
I love paying rent when tha rents due
I hope ya got tha diamond necklace that I sent to you
cause when I wuz low, you was there for me
ya never left me alone, cause ya cared for me
and I can see ya coming home after work late
ya in tha kitchen trying ta fix us a hot plate
just working with tha scraps you wuz given
and mama made miracles every Thanksgiving
but now tha road got rough, your alone
trying ta raise two bad kids on your own
and there's no way I can pay ya back
but my plan is ta show ya that I understand
you are appreciated.....
Chorus
Laaaaady, don't cha know we luv ya
Sweeeet Laaaady, place no one above ya
Sweeeet Laaaady, don't cha know we luv ya
pour out some liquor and I remenise
cause through tha drama, I can always depend on my mama
and when it seems that i'm hopeless
you say tha words that can get me back in focus
when I wuz sick as a little kid
ta keep me happy theres no limit to tha things ya did
and all my childhood memories
are full of all tha sweet things ya did for me
and even though I act craaaazy
I got ta thank tha Lord that ya maaaade me
There are no words that can express how I feel
Ya never kept a secret, always stayed real
and I appreciate how ya raised me
and all tha extra love that ya gave me
I wish I could take tha pain away
If you can make it through tha night, there's a brighter day
everything'll be alright if ya hold on
it's a struggle
everyday gotta roll on
and there's no way I can pay ya back
but my plan is ta show ya that I understand
you are appreciated.......
Chorus
Laaaaady, don't cha know we luv ya
Sweeeet Laaaady, place no one above ya
Sweeeet Laaaady, don't cha know we luv ya, Sweeeet Laaaady
Laaaady...[fades]...Laaaady"
It's self explanitory and it's another one of his nice songs that showed his emotional side, he wasn't always a drug slinging, glock firing, thug. He was more emotional and thoughtful than hard. I guess that's how he became so amazing. My next piece of writing is going to be how to create a genius.
When I was young, me and my mama had beef
17 years old kicked out on tha streets
though back in tha time, I never thought I'd see her face
ain't a woman alive that can take my momma's place
suspended from school, scared ta go home
I was a fool with tha big boys breaking all tha rules
shed tears with my baby sister
over tha years we wuz poorer than tha other little kids
and even though we had different daddies
tha same drama when things went wrong we blamed mama
I reminised on tha stress I caused, it wuz hell
hugg'en on my mama from a jail cell
and who'ed think in elementary, heeeey i'd see tha penitentiary
One day
running from tha Police, that's right
Momma catch me--put a whoop'en to my backside
and even as a crack fiend mama,
ya always was a black queen mama
I finally understand for a woman
it ain't easy--trying ta raise a man
ya always wuz commited, a poor single mother on welfare,
tell me how ya did it
there's no way I can pay ya back
but tha plan is ta show ya that I understand.
you are appreciated......
Chorus
Laaaaady, don't cha know we luv ya
Sweeeet Laaaady, place no one above ya
Sweeeet Laaaady, don't cha know we luv ya
Ain't nobody tell us it wuz fair
no luv for my daddy, cause tha coward wuzn't there
he passed away and I didn't cry
cause my anger, wouldn't let me feel for a stranger
they say i'm wrong and i'm heartless
but all along I wuz looking for a father--he wuz gone
I hung around with tha thug's and even though they sold drugs
they showed a young brother luv
I moved out and started really hang'in
I needed money of my own so I started slang'in
I ain't guilty cause, even though I sell rocks
It feels good, putting money in your mailbox
I love paying rent when tha rents due
I hope ya got tha diamond necklace that I sent to you
cause when I wuz low, you was there for me
ya never left me alone, cause ya cared for me
and I can see ya coming home after work late
ya in tha kitchen trying ta fix us a hot plate
just working with tha scraps you wuz given
and mama made miracles every Thanksgiving
but now tha road got rough, your alone
trying ta raise two bad kids on your own
and there's no way I can pay ya back
but my plan is ta show ya that I understand
you are appreciated.....
Chorus
Laaaaady, don't cha know we luv ya
Sweeeet Laaaady, place no one above ya
Sweeeet Laaaady, don't cha know we luv ya
pour out some liquor and I remenise
cause through tha drama, I can always depend on my mama
and when it seems that i'm hopeless
you say tha words that can get me back in focus
when I wuz sick as a little kid
ta keep me happy theres no limit to tha things ya did
and all my childhood memories
are full of all tha sweet things ya did for me
and even though I act craaaazy
I got ta thank tha Lord that ya maaaade me
There are no words that can express how I feel
Ya never kept a secret, always stayed real
and I appreciate how ya raised me
and all tha extra love that ya gave me
I wish I could take tha pain away
If you can make it through tha night, there's a brighter day
everything'll be alright if ya hold on
it's a struggle
everyday gotta roll on
and there's no way I can pay ya back
but my plan is ta show ya that I understand
you are appreciated.......
Chorus
Laaaaady, don't cha know we luv ya
Sweeeet Laaaady, place no one above ya
Sweeeet Laaaady, don't cha know we luv ya, Sweeeet Laaaady
Laaaady...[fades]...Laaaady"
It's self explanitory and it's another one of his nice songs that showed his emotional side, he wasn't always a drug slinging, glock firing, thug. He was more emotional and thoughtful than hard. I guess that's how he became so amazing. My next piece of writing is going to be how to create a genius.
Haha
okay nevermind Life goes on... and I can't stand writing are the same articles, I guess it just takes blogger a damn while.
Life goes on....
It's been a while... I can't stand looking at my writing, I look away. I don't know why, perhaps it doesn't seem like its, "me". It really doesn't, maybe I'm scared of change or development, I love the young life. This emotional, writing, beautiful side of me, is so shy. It rarely comes out, it's only when I'm alone. With so much to write about in this world, so many bad things are happening in this world, as well as many great things. There's a kid born now as I write, every 3 seconds or so? I can't imagine that at all. A person dying right now in a drunk driving accident, or naturally, or murdered or something normal people can't and don't want to think about. Well, I've been listening to some of Tupac's song and reading lyrics recently. His words are amazing, and have filled me with an infinite amount of inspiration. The words are so true and great, and to think he's gone and it's probably some huge cover up as we all know it has to be. Sitting here writing I wonder if he's looking at me smiling, but why would he care about me? It's still something to think about. I've got so much to write it's like there's an ability in me to write a damn encyclopedia! Back to Tupac, his words in all of his personal songs, not his killing shit-talking songs which aren't bad either haha. Here's the song anyway:
"Come on come on
I see no changes. Wake up in the morning and I ask myself,
"Is life worth living? Should I blast myself?"
I'm tired of bein' poor and even worse I'm black.
My stomach hurts, so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch.
Cops give a damn about a negro? Pull the trigger, kill a nigga, he's a hero.
Give the crack to the kids who the hell cares? One less hungry mouth on the welfare.
First ship 'em dope & let 'em deal the brothers.
Give 'em guns, step back, and watch 'em kill each other.
"It's time to fight back", that's what Huey said.
2 shots in the dark now Huey's dead.
I got love for my brother, but we can never go nowhere
unless we share with each other. We gotta start makin' changes.
Learn to see me as a brother 'stead of 2 distant strangers.
And that's how it's supposed to be.
How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me?
I'd love to go back to when we played as kids,
but things change, and that's the way it is.
[Bridge w/ changing ad libs]
(Come on, come on) That's just the way it is. Things'll never be the same.
That's just the way it is. aww yeah...
[Repeat]
I see no changes. All I see is racist faces.
Misplaced hate makes disgrace for races we under.
I wonder what it takes to make this one better place...
let's erase the wasted.
Take the evil out the people, they'll be acting right.
'Cause mo' black than white is smokin' crack tonight.
And only time we chill is when we kill each other.
It takes skill to be real, time to heal each other.
And although it seems heaven sent,
we ain't ready to see a black President, uhh.
It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact...
the penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks.
But some things will never change.
Try to show another way, but they stayin' in the dope game.
Now tell me what's a mother to do?
Bein' real don't appeal to the brother in you.
You gotta operate the easy way.
"I made a G today" But you made it in a sleazy way.
Sellin' crack to the kids. "I gotta get paid,"
Well hey, well that's the way it is.
[Bridge]
[Talking:]
We gotta make a change...
It's time for us as a people to start makin' some changes.
Let's change the way we eat, let's change the way we live
and let's change the way we treat each other.
You see the old way wasn't working so it's on us to do
what we gotta do, to survive.
And still I see no changes. Can't a brother get a little peace?
There's war on the streets & the war in the Middle East.
Instead of war on poverty,
they got a war on drugs so the police can bother me.
And I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do.
But now I'm back with the facts givin' 'em back to you.
Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up, crack you up and pimp smack you up.
You gotta learn to hold ya own.
They get jealous when they see ya with ya mobile phone.
But tell the cops they can't touch this.
I don't trust this, when they try to rush I bust this.
That's the sound of my tune. You say it ain't cool, but mama didn't raise no fool.
And as long as I stay black, I gotta stay strapped & I never get to lay back.
'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the pay backs.
Some buck that I roughed up way back... comin' back after all these years.
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat. That's the way it is. uhh
[Bridge 'til fade]
Some things never change. "
He answers some real hard questions some people struggle with like why there is crime, etc.
His first verse is amazing in this song, he asks if he should kill himself because of his living conditions, I couldn't imagne it, "My stomach hurts, so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch.
Cops give a damn about a negro? Pull the trigger, kill a nigga, he's a hero." Is a perfect example of a recursive sequence of crime in this world. This quote goes hand in hand with my next one, " There's war on the streets & the war in the Middle East. Instead of war on poverty,
they got a war on drugs so the police can bother me." It makes perfect sense... Plus most people can't hold jobs which is the worst part just because of their record or because of the people who categorize them. The whole song is so well written it's shocking, the next part I liked was: ""It's time to fight back", that's what Huey said. 2 shots in the dark now Huey's dead. I got love for my brother, but we can never go nowhere unless we share with each other. We gotta start makin' changes." All the people who preach change, peace, a better world, is killed. What's wrong with a better world? Or even trying new things like treating all people, equally, the way God meant it to be. I personally think if we had someone with the mental capactiy of Tupac, he could do so much better than who we have and whoever we will have. " And although it seems heaven sent, we ain't ready to see a black President, uhh." Someone with experience with the worst and an education with the best, that's what this world needs. The problem is though, someone is going to want to kill him, how stupid. The next part, " You gotta operate the easy way. "I made a G today" But you made it in a sleazy way. Sellin' crack to the kids. "I gotta get paid," Well hey, well that's the way it is." Consider the fact that that's the way it is, I would agree with selling drugs but only if the guy did it to start a business or something honorable and give back to the community, it's going to happen anyway if there are poor people so someone is going to want good quick cash. I've lost my train of thought because blogger fucked up and thank God I copied this far or this would all have been gone. Shit this whole blogger deleting my thing or not posting it is like me writing something good and being crushed by the evil like I've been trying to write about. I've been told a good way to end a story is with a quote, so here it goes, "How many brothas fell victim to tha streetz Rest in peace young nigga, there's a Heaven for a 'G' be a lie, If I told ya that I never thought of death my niggas, we tha last ones left but life goes on....."
"Come on come on
I see no changes. Wake up in the morning and I ask myself,
"Is life worth living? Should I blast myself?"
I'm tired of bein' poor and even worse I'm black.
My stomach hurts, so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch.
Cops give a damn about a negro? Pull the trigger, kill a nigga, he's a hero.
Give the crack to the kids who the hell cares? One less hungry mouth on the welfare.
First ship 'em dope & let 'em deal the brothers.
Give 'em guns, step back, and watch 'em kill each other.
"It's time to fight back", that's what Huey said.
2 shots in the dark now Huey's dead.
I got love for my brother, but we can never go nowhere
unless we share with each other. We gotta start makin' changes.
Learn to see me as a brother 'stead of 2 distant strangers.
And that's how it's supposed to be.
How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me?
I'd love to go back to when we played as kids,
but things change, and that's the way it is.
[Bridge w/ changing ad libs]
(Come on, come on) That's just the way it is. Things'll never be the same.
That's just the way it is. aww yeah...
[Repeat]
I see no changes. All I see is racist faces.
Misplaced hate makes disgrace for races we under.
I wonder what it takes to make this one better place...
let's erase the wasted.
Take the evil out the people, they'll be acting right.
'Cause mo' black than white is smokin' crack tonight.
And only time we chill is when we kill each other.
It takes skill to be real, time to heal each other.
And although it seems heaven sent,
we ain't ready to see a black President, uhh.
It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact...
the penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks.
But some things will never change.
Try to show another way, but they stayin' in the dope game.
Now tell me what's a mother to do?
Bein' real don't appeal to the brother in you.
You gotta operate the easy way.
"I made a G today" But you made it in a sleazy way.
Sellin' crack to the kids. "I gotta get paid,"
Well hey, well that's the way it is.
[Bridge]
[Talking:]
We gotta make a change...
It's time for us as a people to start makin' some changes.
Let's change the way we eat, let's change the way we live
and let's change the way we treat each other.
You see the old way wasn't working so it's on us to do
what we gotta do, to survive.
And still I see no changes. Can't a brother get a little peace?
There's war on the streets & the war in the Middle East.
Instead of war on poverty,
they got a war on drugs so the police can bother me.
And I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do.
But now I'm back with the facts givin' 'em back to you.
Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up, crack you up and pimp smack you up.
You gotta learn to hold ya own.
They get jealous when they see ya with ya mobile phone.
But tell the cops they can't touch this.
I don't trust this, when they try to rush I bust this.
That's the sound of my tune. You say it ain't cool, but mama didn't raise no fool.
And as long as I stay black, I gotta stay strapped & I never get to lay back.
'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the pay backs.
Some buck that I roughed up way back... comin' back after all these years.
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat. That's the way it is. uhh
[Bridge 'til fade]
Some things never change. "
He answers some real hard questions some people struggle with like why there is crime, etc.
His first verse is amazing in this song, he asks if he should kill himself because of his living conditions, I couldn't imagne it, "My stomach hurts, so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch.
Cops give a damn about a negro? Pull the trigger, kill a nigga, he's a hero." Is a perfect example of a recursive sequence of crime in this world. This quote goes hand in hand with my next one, " There's war on the streets & the war in the Middle East. Instead of war on poverty,
they got a war on drugs so the police can bother me." It makes perfect sense... Plus most people can't hold jobs which is the worst part just because of their record or because of the people who categorize them. The whole song is so well written it's shocking, the next part I liked was: ""It's time to fight back", that's what Huey said. 2 shots in the dark now Huey's dead. I got love for my brother, but we can never go nowhere unless we share with each other. We gotta start makin' changes." All the people who preach change, peace, a better world, is killed. What's wrong with a better world? Or even trying new things like treating all people, equally, the way God meant it to be. I personally think if we had someone with the mental capactiy of Tupac, he could do so much better than who we have and whoever we will have. " And although it seems heaven sent, we ain't ready to see a black President, uhh." Someone with experience with the worst and an education with the best, that's what this world needs. The problem is though, someone is going to want to kill him, how stupid. The next part, " You gotta operate the easy way. "I made a G today" But you made it in a sleazy way. Sellin' crack to the kids. "I gotta get paid," Well hey, well that's the way it is." Consider the fact that that's the way it is, I would agree with selling drugs but only if the guy did it to start a business or something honorable and give back to the community, it's going to happen anyway if there are poor people so someone is going to want good quick cash. I've lost my train of thought because blogger fucked up and thank God I copied this far or this would all have been gone. Shit this whole blogger deleting my thing or not posting it is like me writing something good and being crushed by the evil like I've been trying to write about. I've been told a good way to end a story is with a quote, so here it goes, "How many brothas fell victim to tha streetz Rest in peace young nigga, there's a Heaven for a 'G' be a lie, If I told ya that I never thought of death my niggas, we tha last ones left but life goes on....."
It's been a while... I can't stand looking at my writing, I look away. I don't know why, perhaps it doesn't seem like its, "me". It really doesn't, maybe I'm scared of change or development, I love the young life. This emotional, writing, beautiful side of me, is so shy. It rarely comes out, it's only when I'm alone. With so much to write about in this world, so many bad things are happening in this world, as well as many great things. There's a kid born now as I write, every 3 seconds or so? I can't imagine that at all. A person dying right now in a drunk driving accident, or naturally, or murdered or something normal people can't and don't want to think about. Well, I've been listening to some of Tupac's song and reading lyrics recently. His words are amazing, and have filled me with an infinite amount of inspiration. The words are so true and great, and to think he's gone and it's probably some huge cover up as we all know it has to be. Sitting here writing I wonder if he's looking at me smiling, but why would he care about me? It's still something to think about. I've got so much to write it's like there's an ability in me to write a damn encyclopedia! Back to Tupac, his words in all of his personal songs, not his killing shit-talking songs which aren't bad either haha. Here's the song anyway:
"Come on come on
I see no changes. Wake up in the morning and I ask myself,
"Is life worth living? Should I blast myself?"
I'm tired of bein' poor and even worse I'm black.
My stomach hurts, so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch.
Cops give a damn about a negro? Pull the trigger, kill a nigga, he's a hero.
Give the crack to the kids who the hell cares? One less hungry mouth on the welfare.
First ship 'em dope & let 'em deal the brothers.
Give 'em guns, step back, and watch 'em kill each other.
"It's time to fight back", that's what Huey said.
2 shots in the dark now Huey's dead.
I got love for my brother, but we can never go nowhere
unless we share with each other. We gotta start makin' changes.
Learn to see me as a brother 'stead of 2 distant strangers.
And that's how it's supposed to be.
How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me?
I'd love to go back to when we played as kids,
but things change, and that's the way it is.
[Bridge w/ changing ad libs]
(Come on, come on) That's just the way it is. Things'll never be the same.
That's just the way it is. aww yeah...
[Repeat]
I see no changes. All I see is racist faces.
Misplaced hate makes disgrace for races we under.
I wonder what it takes to make this one better place...
let's erase the wasted.
Take the evil out the people, they'll be acting right.
'Cause mo' black than white is smokin' crack tonight.
And only time we chill is when we kill each other.
It takes skill to be real, time to heal each other.
And although it seems heaven sent,
we ain't ready to see a black President, uhh.
It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact...
the penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks.
But some things will never change.
Try to show another way, but they stayin' in the dope game.
Now tell me what's a mother to do?
Bein' real don't appeal to the brother in you.
You gotta operate the easy way.
"I made a G today" But you made it in a sleazy way.
Sellin' crack to the kids. "I gotta get paid,"
Well hey, well that's the way it is.
[Bridge]
[Talking:]
We gotta make a change...
It's time for us as a people to start makin' some changes.
Let's change the way we eat, let's change the way we live
and let's change the way we treat each other.
You see the old way wasn't working so it's on us to do
what we gotta do, to survive.
And still I see no changes. Can't a brother get a little peace?
There's war on the streets & the war in the Middle East.
Instead of war on poverty,
they got a war on drugs so the police can bother me.
And I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do.
But now I'm back with the facts givin' 'em back to you.
Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up, crack you up and pimp smack you up.
You gotta learn to hold ya own.
They get jealous when they see ya with ya mobile phone.
But tell the cops they can't touch this.
I don't trust this, when they try to rush I bust this.
That's the sound of my tune. You say it ain't cool, but mama didn't raise no fool.
And as long as I stay black, I gotta stay strapped & I never get to lay back.
'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the pay backs.
Some buck that I roughed up way back... comin' back after all these years.
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat. That's the way it is. uhh
[Bridge 'til fade]
Some things never change. "
He answers some real hard questions some people struggle with like why there is crime, etc.
His first verse is amazing in this song, he asks if he should kill himself because of his living conditions, I couldn't imagne it, "My stomach hurts, so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch.
Cops give a damn about a negro? Pull the trigger, kill a nigga, he's a hero." Is a perfect example of a recursive sequence of crime in this world. This quote goes hand in hand with my next one, " There's war on the streets & the war in the Middle East. Instead of war on poverty,
they got a war on drugs so the police can bother me." It makes perfect sense... Plus most people can't hold jobs which is the worst part just because of their record or because of the people who categorize them. The whole song is so well written it's shocking, the next part I liked was: ""It's time to fight back", that's what Huey said. 2 shots in the dark now Huey's dead. I got love for my brother, but we can never go nowhere unless we share with each other. We gotta start makin' changes." All the people who preach change, peace, a better world, is killed. What's wrong with a better world? Or even trying new things like treating all people, equally, the way God meant it to be. I personally think if we had someone with the mental capactiy of Tupac, he could do so much better than who we have and whoever we will have. " And although it seems heaven sent, we ain't ready to see a black President, uhh." Someone with experience with the worst and an education with the best, that's what this world needs. The problem is though, someone is going to want to kill him, how stupid. The next part, " You gotta operate the easy way. "I made a G today" But you made it in a sleazy way. Sellin' crack to the kids. "I gotta get paid," Well hey, well that's the way it is." Consider the fact that that's the way it is, I would agree with selling drugs but only if the guy did it to start a business or something honorable and give back to the community, it's going to happen anyway if there are poor people so someone is going to want good quick cash. "I've been told a good way to end a story is with a quote, so here it goes How many brothas fell victim to tha streetz Rest in peace young nigga, there's a Heaven for a 'G' be a lie, If I told ya that I never thought of death my niggas, we tha last ones left, but life goes on....."
"Come on come on
I see no changes. Wake up in the morning and I ask myself,
"Is life worth living? Should I blast myself?"
I'm tired of bein' poor and even worse I'm black.
My stomach hurts, so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch.
Cops give a damn about a negro? Pull the trigger, kill a nigga, he's a hero.
Give the crack to the kids who the hell cares? One less hungry mouth on the welfare.
First ship 'em dope & let 'em deal the brothers.
Give 'em guns, step back, and watch 'em kill each other.
"It's time to fight back", that's what Huey said.
2 shots in the dark now Huey's dead.
I got love for my brother, but we can never go nowhere
unless we share with each other. We gotta start makin' changes.
Learn to see me as a brother 'stead of 2 distant strangers.
And that's how it's supposed to be.
How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me?
I'd love to go back to when we played as kids,
but things change, and that's the way it is.
[Bridge w/ changing ad libs]
(Come on, come on) That's just the way it is. Things'll never be the same.
That's just the way it is. aww yeah...
[Repeat]
I see no changes. All I see is racist faces.
Misplaced hate makes disgrace for races we under.
I wonder what it takes to make this one better place...
let's erase the wasted.
Take the evil out the people, they'll be acting right.
'Cause mo' black than white is smokin' crack tonight.
And only time we chill is when we kill each other.
It takes skill to be real, time to heal each other.
And although it seems heaven sent,
we ain't ready to see a black President, uhh.
It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact...
the penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks.
But some things will never change.
Try to show another way, but they stayin' in the dope game.
Now tell me what's a mother to do?
Bein' real don't appeal to the brother in you.
You gotta operate the easy way.
"I made a G today" But you made it in a sleazy way.
Sellin' crack to the kids. "I gotta get paid,"
Well hey, well that's the way it is.
[Bridge]
[Talking:]
We gotta make a change...
It's time for us as a people to start makin' some changes.
Let's change the way we eat, let's change the way we live
and let's change the way we treat each other.
You see the old way wasn't working so it's on us to do
what we gotta do, to survive.
And still I see no changes. Can't a brother get a little peace?
There's war on the streets & the war in the Middle East.
Instead of war on poverty,
they got a war on drugs so the police can bother me.
And I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do.
But now I'm back with the facts givin' 'em back to you.
Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up, crack you up and pimp smack you up.
You gotta learn to hold ya own.
They get jealous when they see ya with ya mobile phone.
But tell the cops they can't touch this.
I don't trust this, when they try to rush I bust this.
That's the sound of my tune. You say it ain't cool, but mama didn't raise no fool.
And as long as I stay black, I gotta stay strapped & I never get to lay back.
'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the pay backs.
Some buck that I roughed up way back... comin' back after all these years.
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat. That's the way it is. uhh
[Bridge 'til fade]
Some things never change. "
He answers some real hard questions some people struggle with like why there is crime, etc.
His first verse is amazing in this song, he asks if he should kill himself because of his living conditions, I couldn't imagne it, "My stomach hurts, so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch.
Cops give a damn about a negro? Pull the trigger, kill a nigga, he's a hero." Is a perfect example of a recursive sequence of crime in this world. This quote goes hand in hand with my next one, " There's war on the streets & the war in the Middle East. Instead of war on poverty,
they got a war on drugs so the police can bother me." It makes perfect sense... Plus most people can't hold jobs which is the worst part just because of their record or because of the people who categorize them. The whole song is so well written it's shocking, the next part I liked was: ""It's time to fight back", that's what Huey said. 2 shots in the dark now Huey's dead. I got love for my brother, but we can never go nowhere unless we share with each other. We gotta start makin' changes." All the people who preach change, peace, a better world, is killed. What's wrong with a better world? Or even trying new things like treating all people, equally, the way God meant it to be. I personally think if we had someone with the mental capactiy of Tupac, he could do so much better than who we have and whoever we will have. " And although it seems heaven sent, we ain't ready to see a black President, uhh." Someone with experience with the worst and an education with the best, that's what this world needs. The problem is though, someone is going to want to kill him, how stupid. The next part, " You gotta operate the easy way. "I made a G today" But you made it in a sleazy way. Sellin' crack to the kids. "I gotta get paid," Well hey, well that's the way it is." Consider the fact that that's the way it is, I would agree with selling drugs but only if the guy did it to start a business or something honorable and give back to the community, it's going to happen anyway if there are poor people so someone is going to want good quick cash. "I've been told a good way to end a story is with a quote, so here it goes How many brothas fell victim to tha streetz Rest in peace young nigga, there's a Heaven for a 'G' be a lie, If I told ya that I never thought of death my niggas, we tha last ones left, but life goes on....."
Saturday, October 09, 2004
"Socialism"
Halfway through my last post you see I was getting angry. We'll my brother saw what I was writing and it pissed me off to see him sitting there smiling behind my backing then laughing. I took out the word drunk before drunk friends because he saw that word, instantly. Well it seems today what my brother did is a bigger idea. Where some people are put down when they use their wonderful minds, like in my case. As if its socially unacceptable. That's the only thing I think about when I'm writing. If other people will accept of it. Like right now I have that feeling in my stotomach, my heart, my body, i don't know. If I should keep writing or just trash all of this because some kid from my school might read it and come up to me and call me a fag. What's so unacceptable about thinking? Do you all have to be the exact same? I like standing out in crowds sometimes, but that's when I act like a fool when I'm with my cousins' and it's all for fun. You can see now that I'm writing alot more, unconscienscly, blah however you spell that damn word, because my brother is asleep and I don't have to worry about what to write, as long as he doesn't see it of course. Because you know it'll be posted up all over the school the next day or something as equally as frustrating. A good example would be some of the students in my school, they write just like I do on this thing for American Studies, while at my friends house they were reading it and thinking wow this kid is so weird just look at how much he writes. I was thinking the same too but whatever, let him do whatever he wants, anyway he's probably writing all of that to suck up to the teacher or someting like that. It's not hard to write a whole page of things but when it's not "normal" you can easily tell they have too much time for writing. The thing is the same people like... Tupac, famous mathematicians, philosophers, all of them, they all had diaries of some sort even just to scribble something down. I personally believe there's a way, a cookbook to raising a genius. I've read alot about what the past geniuses have done while growing up and between all of them the methods they used to learn things were basically the same. They all had diaries with reflections and such hard thinkings, especially the one with tupac, he wrote alot, he was a genius he really was as is many other people. All you need to do is use your brain, write more, reflect more, philosophy, learn as MUCh as you can because what is life without knowledge? The measurement of genius I think has a direct relation with the amount of neurons in your mind, if you see my profile you'll see my little comment about it. Yeah so, there was this one story about Mr Einstein, these doctors had his brain without their parents permission and studied to figure out how this guy was so damn smart. Well he saw that Albert there had an enormous amount of neurons in his brain, its weird to think about it. Since I still don't know how God got around to the idea of being able and where to store and recall memories, facts, etc. Wow Look at the time... I've been writing for 15 minutes, haha more than enough for one day... I'll be back later!
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What can I write about? Well, I'm listening to Future Trance Volume 29 and it's awsome. Hmm last night was fun as well. One think I remember other than all of my friends were driving through the town. There were these rich Italian guys in this restraraunt at the corner and we pulled up at a red light next to them with some other kids cars in front of ours. This girl that sat next to me came out of the window and waved at her friends I looked out and saw the men sitting outside looking at us like w're animals but not in that way. In more of a curious way.I was looking at him for five seconds and I don't know what I saw but it was weird. It was like,looking through his eyes, I could think what he did. Like I was reading his mind, but not really you know. It was like looking through his eyes, seeing his world. A guy and a girl in this car with the music blasting some kids in the front. Girls hanging out of the window in the car in front of us. "Just a bunch of crazy ass kids trying to have a good time." It was a weird feeling, curious, yet... I didn't care muchabout what he thought, except the way he looked, his posture, his hair. You know now as I realize it, the only reason I'mnot able to express myself fully is because of my fucking brother. e always looks at what I read that I consider well written, or just personal and he tries making fun of it. See I don't even know if I've got spelling mistakses or not ecause I'm hiding my window so that douche won't see what I write. He knows he has no reason to look at my writing but he doesn't care. He could be smart, he really could., but he's a lazy, kid. Who won't accept faults and improve on it. All he ever does is ask questions, if he cant do anything by himself, he'll beg me to fix it, if not he'll go get someone to fix it for him. How retarded can you be? Please teach yourself how to fuckin do things instead of being a bitch, teach yourself something and make your mind valuable. God gave it to you for a reason, you CAN make mistakes, if you do make them accept them, and stop being a punk by saying, "Ok stop yelling at me" and holding it inside like a bitch, make something of your self and you'll become something. It's a simple saying that my dad always uses, " Help yourself and God will help you." That quote is a universal thing, if you want to improve yourself, you've got to become a different person, personality-wise. It will only be for the better, How far are grades in the 60's going to take you? I don't know, let's ask Mr. History and see how many peopole are rememberd for their brilliance in the art of laziness... no one. If your reading this and your thinking "Wow this kid is gay" fuck you. you have no right to judge someone and try to lower their self-esteem. I already know what I am and this is just the more personal side that never comes out in public, enough people know me to prove your idea wrong too, whatever. If you aim to improve yourself mentally, stop being a dick and try to be open minded and understand, thats great. I've got alot of more things to ramble on about but I can't do it now because I can't see what I'm writing. I'll leave that for future posts.
Monday, October 04, 2004
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