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....."