pacman inkee

rip tupac

So will the real men get up
I know you're fed up ladies, but keep your head up o/~


yesterday was tupac's bday. heppy bday to my absolute favorite artist of all time, and a true fkn american hero:



you say anything bad about tupac, i will fkn cut you. he got me thru so many hard times with this song:



I give a holler to my sisters on welfare
Tupac cares, if don't nobody else care o/~


as i have always said, if you were a teen mom in the 90s this was your fkn anthem, and tupac was the only artist to acknowledge or throw support to us for so long. i remember listening to this song so hard that i wore out *2* copies of the single on my tapedeck. part of what is so hard about being a teen parent is that no one will honestly acknowledge how hard it is, people will just insinuate or think or whathaveyou that you deserve whatever hard lot raising a child is, even as they throw endless help and support on someone only 4yr older than you because that person "did it right". fuck that. i am proud of my life, and i am proud of having raised my kids up right, and fuck anyone who thinks that i deserve some sort of harder shift at child-raising just because i decided to do shit on my own schedule. that is why now when people attempt to shame me about it in the PTA and stuff i like to point out how i raised my kids concurrent with earning a degree and being an accomplished successful professional photographer AND programmer. suck that scenario back down with your attempt at slut-shaming.

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 nuttin 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 cash up, I just call em how I see em


lyrics under the cut because they are so good.

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 nuttin 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 cash up, I just call em how I see em
You know it makes me unhappy (what's that)
When brothas make babies, and leave a young mother to be unhappy
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 keep your head up

Chorus

ooooooo child things are gonna get easier
ooooooo child things are gonna get brighter

ooooooo child things are gonna get easier
ooooooo child things are gonna get brighter

Verse Two:

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 though you're fed up
Huh, ya got to keep your head up

Chorus

Verse Three:

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


i am still super busy. resuming radio silence until late next week.
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This song makes me cry too and is kind of my go-to "fuck him" song when me or any of my ladies go through bad guy shit. <3 tupac
I do love me some Tupac.

I had to drag my wife kicking and screaming to see the Tupac movie with me when it came out back in the day, on opening night.
<3333 i force regulate to listen to tupac for days on end, and to watch old footage of interviews over and over. he likes tupac too tho so he doesn't mind THAT much.
love ya lots, hep <3 everything you post just increases it!
FWIW
When I see young moms at PTA meetings (there are a few) I think "they did it right"! Ima be in my 50's when my kids are University age. Talk about poor planning!

I tell my kids about the day Tupac died like people in the previous generation talk about where they were when Kennedy was killed.
"well, honey, I was over at my friend Michelle's house watching MTV, when they still played videos...."
People suck.

And I hope everything goes well while you're so busy, and especially Zane's surgery.
I came in to bash him but then I listened to the song and now I'm like AM I ALLOWED TO LIKE YOU, TUPAC?
the thing i love most about tupac is how accessible he is to everyone. i was just a little halfie kid growing up in the ghetto and i was still able to relate to a lot of what he wrote. plus he was so fkn educated, he was using the term "parlay" in hiphop in *1994*! "im in the hood, parlayin' wit' my posse". one of my fav lines ever.
Nice n' Smooth were already using parley in 1991, yo!

I was saying it in 1978 or so, because it was in the D&D books I had though.

Yeah, that's right, I keep it hood.

(Although since there's also parlez and parlay, it could be that Tupac was parlayin' - a betting term - with his posse, while Greg Nice was parley'ing - speaking with - his posse)
I was a lot more judgmental when I was younger because I still saw things in strictly black and white. I've lived outside of my shell since then, as I would think most people my age have. It would be pretty damn shameful if I was sitting here at 36 looking down at somebody in your position.

On a slightly lighter note, my brother started his family when he was 19. I laugh when I think about it now because I thought he was so old when it happened. (He's 13 years older than I am.)
There was something about 2Pac.

He was suppose to survive being shot in Vegas like he survived after being shot five times in New York. I was sad when it didn't happen. =[

Heaven ain't hard to find
In fact you can have it just have faith
Just like a little kid, still believing in magic
It takes a lot of sacrifice