ehmm ik ben niet degene die over diepe teksten begon, tuurlijk zijn er altijd wel diepere teksten te vinden so what. Ik vind pac briljant om hoe hij zijn emoties in zijn teksten verwerkte, hoe hij de wereld zag, hoe hij leefde, hoe hij tegenslag na tegenslag wist te verwerken etc etc 2pac was niet bang om zijn emoties te delen, goed of slecht hij gaf het je zoals het was.
Maar ik wil nog wel een paar lyrics posten die mij raken zoals deze van 'still I rise'. Waar hij over zijn familie en de shit waar hij in geboren is rapt. Dit soort lyrics inspireren mij en helpen als het minder gaat
Somebody wake me I'm dreamin, I started as a seed the semen
Swimmin upstream, planted in the womb while screamin
on the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop
From a single drop, this is what they got
Not to disrespect my peoples but my poppa was a loser
Only plan he had for momma was to fuck her and abuse her
Even as a little seed, I could see his plan for me
Stranded on welfare, another broken family
Now what was I to be, a product of this heated passion
Momma got pregnant, and poppa got a piece of ass
Look how it began, nobody gave a fuck about me
Pistol in my hand, this cruel world can do without me
How can I survive? Got me askin white Jesus
will a nigga live or die, cause the Lord can't see us
in the deep dark clouds of the projects, ain't no sunshine
No sunny days and we only play sometimes
When everybody's sleepin
I open my window jump to the streets and get to creepin
I can live or die, hope I get some money 'fore I'm gone
I'm only 19, I'm tryin to hustle on my own
on the spot where everybody and they pops tryin to slang rocks
I'd rather go to college, but this is where the game stops
Don't get it wrong cause it's always on, from dusk to dawn
You can buy rocks glocks or a heroin bong
You can ask my man he's a mind reader
Keep my nine heated all the time this is how we grind
Meet up at the cemetary then get smoked out, pass the weed nigga
That Hennessey'll keep me keyed nigga
Everywhere I go niggaz holla at me, "Keep it real G"
And my reply ''til they kill me''
Act up if you feel me, I was born not to make it but I did
The tribulations of a ghetto kid, still I rise
Laatst bewerkt: 18 sep 2003