Tupac, and The Rap In Me.

Hopefully you guys know that Tupac's birthday passed a few days ago. June 16, 1971

Celebrating Tupac and all hes done
Four shots and he still holds on
Heart stopped beating at 24
But we still remember him forever more
His legacy spans the shining shores
Throughout all the open doors

Story of a social activist
Fought for rights an shit
Fought an believed in dreams
An yet this society doesn't even know what it means.

Story of a man gone down
Legend that rose from the underground
Personal favorite is "Broken Wings"
Spits meaning, truth of life an different things

Born into a worthless world of full violence
Brawling throughout life to fight off tyrants
Restringing his life from loose tied ends
Looking forward to freedom, but what by then?
Only to be shot down again and again

Through all the worlds faults
Supremacy and all the cults
He struggled to survive, and fight for equal rights
A single man to take a dive, into the heartless darkness
Even after he's dead and gone
His voice and legend still holds on.
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This is just because I'm feeling a beat inside my mind right now lol.

We gangsta, we're thugs
But you don't know us
No you don't know us
We sell tha dime bags for a living
To sleep under a broken ceiling
No you don't know us
You don't know us

In front, riding them spinnin wheels
Behind empty walls lookin for deals
Because a nine-to-five
Won't work for an ex-convict life
Working to pay, paying to work
While my child sits at home crying, hurt
Can't understand why we so poor
Can't comprehend the gangsta's war

Real thugs working to live
Bitches are working to die
One's workin to survive
Can't tell which one leads this life?
Well let me paint if for you
This is the child that you grew and knew

We gangsta, we're thugs
But you don't know us
No you don't know us
People on the streets expectin us killing
You dont know us deep inside, forgotten feelings
No you don't know us
You don't know us

Don't you think it's a little fucked up
A young one holding up a glock
Ready to light up a desperate block
He's got his mind set on death
While his dad shoots up meth
A child out for revenge in a world so small
Even then somehow we don't hear him at all
His silent plea, and empty calls
Another boy's body took a shot and had to fall
This little one's mind still trying to catch up with it all

We gangsta, we're thugs
But you don't know us
No you don't know us
Growing up with an empty feeling
Shots that'll make your skin start peeling
No you don't know us
You don't know us

Now twenty and still serving time
Wishing that his life would just rewind
From the robbery, just to eat yah see
To the drugs he sold, just to have some dough
To the bullet in the gun, that had to end a youngun.
From the fake ass bitch, tryin to start some shit
To the dad inside, too damn high
To realize, through empty eyes
That a child's life, is worth more then guns and knives

In the end, you don't know us
We're gangstas, we're thugs
But you don't know us
We're the one's too broke to live
And find ways with the end of a shiv.