Aint no heaven for a thug …

”A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind
So much pressure in this life of mine, I cry at times
I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried
But when I held that 9, all I could see was my momma’s eyes
No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble
Not knowin it’s hard to carry on when no one loves you
Picture me inside the misery of poverty
No man alive has ever witnessed struggles I survived
Prayin hard for better days, promise to hold on
Me and my dawgs ain’t have a choice but to roll on
We found a family spot to kick it
Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit
A spot where we can smoke in peace, and even though we G’s
We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace
And in my mind’s eye I see this place, the players go in fast
I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug’s mansion”

— Tupac

Ibland är jag kanske lite väl mycket ghettoromantiker, men den här låten är en sån där som jag brukar lyssna på när jag lägger huvudet mot kudden på kvällen innan jag somnar. Sök på YouTube så hittar du säkert en version av den här som passar dig väl 🙂