Lyrical Activism
This my dedication to Pac.
I sizzle and pop like crack rock.
It’s like Snoop Dogg walking
Round the boondocks.
This tune pops like something
Outta an mc’s mixtape,
With drugs, alcohol, and
Some birthday cake.
Brenda’s got a new baby
Quite unfairly she was raped daily
By a local gangster named Larry.
But she had her sister Mary
Who bought toys and diapers
For all the little pipers.
You know she always did what
She could for the boys in the hood.
If she only understood.
A little baby playing with a soup ladle
In her cradle where she
Holding her momma’s dreidel.
Until her daddy took her up
To his place in Brooklyn
Had drugs he took in
While his girl was looking
Out the bars of her crib,
Wiping her eyes on her bib.
Life is the worst for the crack baby.
Growing up in a place
That’s kinda shady
Where everybody’s crazy
And the parents getting lazy.
Local niggas hanging out on the stoop,
Shooting hoops,
And stealing their pop’s coupe.
Driving down the streets blasting Run DMC.
Nothing like the hood with the streets empty.
There ain’t nothing like the old school.
Back when my adidas were cool
And we broke the rules.
Even though MLK was our teacher.
A martyr and a preacher
Representing the blacks.
He was a warm-hearted creature.
That’s just the way it is.
Niggaz busting open
Champagne with fizz.
15-year olds pregnant with twins
coz of their daddy’s jizz
Got me wondering how
She gonna raise those kids.
We operate with hypocrisy.
Walked thru the pharmacy.
They selling crack to me.
I’m trying to stay clean
But it ain’t always easy.
While daddy’s getting mean,
He’s feeling awful sleazy.
Get fucked up with
My fellow homies.
Drink away my troubles
When they got me feeling lonely.
I do this strictly for my niggaz.
Life is getting bigger
And crackers holding guns,
But they scared to pull the trigger.
Pac had many wonderful lines.
A lesson in every rhyme
And a rapper part-time.
Head of the activists,
A hero for the black kids,
And all the others who were landless,
But most were demandless.
Some say I’m headed
In an odd direction.
With my strange complexion,
I’m in the wrong section.
You need a brain correction
Coz this shit is badder
Than Tupac’s resurrection.
It’s perfection.