Tupac: Resurrection Page #4

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Moving to Baltimore and Oakland

and Marin and New York,

and the poverty helped me

to relate to everybody's struggle.

Don't get the wrong idea.

I feel like I'm being gloomy.

I don't mean just to be like,

"Damn it, it's bad out there."

I still try to be positive.

I know that good things

are gonna come for me.

- Where you go to school?

- Are you rolling?

- Yeah, rolling.

- Go ahead, that's OK.

You dressed right for it.

He said he's been a little chilly,

so this is good for him.

- Somebody will enjoy the heat in here.

- Anytime.

OK. My name is Tupac Shakur,

and I attend Tamalpais High School.

And I'm 17 years old.

Oh, my God,

I got the phattest dj vu.

I chased girls and bought the car

and loud music,

but I like to think of myself

as really being socially aware.

Kept my history a mystery

But now I see

The American dream

Wasn't meant for me

'Cause Lady Liberty's a hypocrite

She lied to me

Promised me freedom, education

Equality

I think there should be

a class on drugs.

There should be a class on sex

education, a real sex-education class.

There should be a class

on police brutality.

There should be a class on apartheid.

There should be a class

on why people are hungry.

But there are not.

There are classes on gym.

Physical education.

Let's learn volleyball.

Fathers of this country

Never cared for me

They kept my ancestors

Shackled up in slavery

And Uncle Sam never did

A damn thing for me

Except lie about the facts

In my history

Now I'm sitting here mad

Because I'm unemployed

But the government's glad

Because they enjoy

When my people are down

So they can screw us around

Time to change the government now

No more

How do you think you're

most like your mom?

I'm most like my mom

because I'm arrogant. Totally arrogant.

You should see us when we get

in our attitude moods.

We get in our tiffs and everything,

but it's good.

My mom's my homey,

but we went through our stages,

where first we was mother and son,

then it was like drill sergeant

and cadet.

Then it was like dictator, little country.

Then I moved out,

and I was on my own.

I was broke, nowhere to stay.

I smoked weed.

I hung out with the drug dealers,

pimps and the criminals.

They were the only people

that cared about me.

And I needed a father.

I needed a male influence,

and these were the males.

You could see where I spent time

in the streets when you talk to me.

The words I say don't come

from a mother's or father's mouth.

They come from a pimp's mouth or a

prostitute or a hustler or drug dealer.

To me, these were my role models.

My mom was lost at that particular

moment. She was addicted to crack.

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