Still think rappers can't write lyrics?
THUG MANSION
(Tupac Shakur)
A place to spend my quiet nights
Time to unwind
So much pressure in this life of mine
I cry at times
I once contemplated suicide
And woulda tried but when I held that nine
All I could see was my mama's eyes
No one knows my struggle
They only see the trouble
Not knowing it's hard to carry on when no one loves you
Picture me inside the misery of poverty
No man alive has ever witnessed struggles I survived
Praying hard for better days, promise to hold on
Me and my dogs ain't have a choice but to roll on
We found a far spot to kick it
Where we could drink liquor and no one dickers over trick shit
A spot where we could smoke in peace
And even though we G's we still visualize places that we can roll in peace
And in my mind's eyes I can see this place that players go in passing
And got a spot for us all so we can ball in thug mansion
Will I survive all the fights and the darkness, troubled spots,
To tell my homies where the heart is when dear departed?
I shed tattoo tears and couldn't sleep good for multiple years
Witnessing peers casting gun shots
Nobody cares
See the politicians ban us
They'd rather see us locked in chains
Please explain why they can't stand us
Is there a way for me to change?
Or am I just a victim of things I did to maintain?
I need a place to rest my head
With the little bit of homeboys that remain
'Cuz all the rest dead
Is there a spot for us to roll? If you find it,
I'll be right behind you
Show me and I'll go
How can I be peaceful?
I'm coming from the bottom
Watching my Daddy scream "peace"
While the other man shot him
I need a house that's full of love
When I need to escape the deadly places slinging drugs
In thug mansion
Dear mother don't cry your baby boy's doing good
Tell the homies I'm in heaven and it ain't got 'hoods
Seen this show with Marvin Gaye last night
It had me shook dripping peppermint schnapps
With Jacky Wilson and Sam Cooke
Then some lady named Billy Holiday sang
Sitting there kicking it with Malcom till the day came
Little Latasha, she's all grown, so tell the lady in the liquor store
That she's forgiven - So come home
Maybe in time you'll understand only God could save us
When my baby's cutting loose with the band
Just think of all the people that you knew in the past
That passed on, lay in heaven, found peace at last
Picture a place that they exist, together
It has to be a place better than this, in heaven
So right before I sleep dear God what I'm asking:
Remember this face, save me a place
In thug mansion.
Tuesday, November 28
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1 comment:
Nah, if he is he's probably hanging out with Elvis. Good poet though, for someone who grew up as poor as can be with hardly any education and the worst kinds of influences around. He had the gift of rhyme and rhythm and hard work to make something of himself. Too bad that lifestyle brings out some shady characters and someone shot him just when he was getting better and better, and speaking more positively and to a broader audience (for the most part). Maybe he's have been another Malcom X or MLK type figure who could've gotten his own communities to stop kiliing each other and unite for something positive. Now we'll never know.
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