A Little Lesson From Tupac

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 gas ya 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 a pappy
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
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
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 da tears, is rollin down your cheeks
Ya steady hopin things don't fall 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 my survivin friends
And it's crazy, it seems it'll never let up, but
please... you got to keep your head up

THE WUSSIFICATION OF AMERICA

Have I mentioned before that I have several comrades that had their testicles removed?

It’s incredibly sad, I know. Jake had his removed at birth. John lost his in a freak accident involving a plasma TV. Jason got rid of his inadvertently because he somehow misunderstood his girlfriend’s instructions. Then there is Jerry, who realized they were missing after a weekend’s drunken stupor. Evidently, the problem does not end with the guys I just mentioned. This tragedy seems to be everywhere: at work, the gym, the barbershop, our government, The NHL and (OH CHRIST ALMIGHTY) the National Football League. I have now realized that we have a nad-zapping epidemic of catastrophic proportions. Men around me are losing their dangling badges of manhood.

The epicenter of a man’s masculinity resides in is his testicles. If they were to ever be removed, his certain doom is in the direction of pink floral patterns and sparkling mimosas. Right smack dab in downtown Wussyville. It’s all over our land…From California, to the New York Island. It’s among us: Metrosexuality, whiners, indecisive men, twist top beer bottles, DETAILS magazine, American Idol as a #1 TV show and male friggin’ mascara.

Absolutely mortifying!

As men, we can no longer allow this pattern to continue. Especially since our world depends on our masculinity in order to maintain balance in nature. It is time for us to work together on upholding our rightful position. We need to rescue our brothers (or ourselves) from the deep set wussiness that has overcome our nation. For the first two hundred years of this country’s existence, men were far more masculine than they are today. Men were certainly were not wussies. I know that if George Washington, John Adams, Andrew Jackson , or Davey Crockett could see the way men are today, they would hop on the first boat out of here. Those were the type of men that put their family first and had tremendous courage – not to mention but they had balls of steel.

So, time to grow a pair buddy!
Then…

Stand up for what’s right.
Take care of, provide for, and protect our women and children.
Lead the way towards meaningful progress.
Quit talking, quit lounging, and just do.
Be strong and face the things that you are up against.
Have courage through the perilous blows that life will throw at you.
Duck the blows you can, and take the blows if they strike you.
Accept responsibility for your behavior.
Make sure your word is your bond (as in the glue that holds you together).
Avoid indecision.
Maintain self control and composure
Show people respect.
Stop whining.
…and for Pete’s sake, can we get back to being proud citizens of the greatest country on the planet; Vote, Volunteer, and communicate with the Government.

If we continue you to let everything in this country get wussified, the example set by the founding men of this country will be for nothing.
Perhaps then we can change the name to the Wussified States of America.