RHETORIC/TUPAC'S SONG

INTRO:

This song is dedicated to Tupac Shakur....artist and most of all a leader for lower class America.

 

HOOK (X2)

Ooh ooh child, things are gonna get easier

(keep your head up)

Ooh ooh child, things are gonna get brighter

(keep your head up)

 

VERSE 1:

I try to keep positive, but still I'm holding these boulders,

that are stone cold to most up on both and they're colder,

every single moment, I'll always take the brighter way,

to be the guiding light to these people, at night or day,

in the words of the Mandela it's a long walk to freedom,

and it's all how you treat 'em, take their rights away,

and there's a price to pay, when we're chained in shackles,

revolutions start happening when we play with matches,

this anger, madness, pain, and sadness, staying stagnant,

and we're all worrying and arguing about us paying taxes,

it's just like saying all the great leader's words are worthless,

acting fearless just to get some votes doesn't serve a purpose,

you know we'll make this right, and do it without one check,

so let me be the leader, speak, guide ya like Malcolm X,

human beings moving dreams, doing things like the Huey P.,

Newton, no more shooting, a dream like Martin Luther King's,

great speech that moved our nation, but there's little peace,

on all our bullet-riddled streets and back in the Middle East,

people wonder what my message is when I drop the science,

it's all about the movement for peace and to stop the violence,

it doesn't matter your color, violence can be white on black,

like slavery, Jim Crow, Civil Rights, and the fight on crack,

it doesn't matter your color, violence can be black on white,

like the knockout game and people being clapped on sight,

and don't think that I'm some prophet standing next to you,

and all of this violence and all this bullshit, it affects me too,

'cuz I feel like slowly everyday my life's just fading away,

I just sit blank in the car and I keep on just playing this tape,

trying to reminisce on my past, on all my childhood memories,

I'll never stop the plotting to be not forgotten, y'all remember me,

and we're tired of never seeing any more peace, we're fed up,

I know it's hard in the struggle folks, but just keep ya head up

 

HOOK (X2)

Ooh ooh child, things are gonna get easier

(keep your head up)

Ooh ooh child, things are gonna get brighter

(keep your head up)

 

VERSE 2:

People inside are getting rich off this mindless rhetoric,

to them a poor black woman's a spineless ghetto bitch,

I'm trying to address the issues, rhymes are getting sick,

and psychological warfare is there, blind the metal clicks,

are rappers bragging 'bout selling drugs want an AK to spit,

so they can rap about it, took the game and I made it sick,

I've been going platinum lately, and releasing greatest hits,

and folks are tryna get past me, man that's the crazy shit,

life's a bitch, I'm 'bout to teach that fuckin' bitch a lesson,

faster, I'm ready to blast her with a loaded Smith and Wesson,

can't nobody in the game come and fuck with this aggression,

when these rappers try to mock, it's a poor as piss impression,

plus you know that I've rapped tight like Christmas presents,

trying to keep out of trouble, the new rapper gets arrested,

smoking weed up in the news, and he's running with crews,

that do illegal shit, who feel like they got somethin' to prove,

I'm bucking them fools, fucking 'em too, bumping the truth,

to the buck of the youth who feel they got nothing to lose,

yeah now I'm young and I'm cool, but I'm never busting a tool,

fucking these rude hip-hop artists and the government too,

and yeah that ink's so right when I go and this pencil writes,

like a magician I'm spittin' this rhythm, never been so tight,

y'all like the government, you loving them, well fuck it then,

he's got the money coming in but he's got the thug in him,

fuck Republicans and Democrats, rappers, I'll send 'em back,

'cuz ain't nobody power but they cower when the pen attacks,

this road I walk alone is killing me, and it's knocking bones,

out my body, I'll be dropping poems, y'all be hopping home,

you've got to act like a community's voice when you been seen,

I lock it down, I'll pop the town and leave it to the music scene,

I'm doing things like Martin Luther King, know I'll never quit,

I'll always spit this clever shit when y'all are spitting rhetoric

 

HOOK (X2)

Ooh ooh child, things are gonna get easier

(keep your head up)

Ooh ooh child, things are gonna get brighter

(keep your head up)