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Sunday, October 16, 2005 

ambitionz az a ridah



on one hand his amibtion to show the world what life is like from the eyes of a thug living in the ghetto was like was poetic and noble. a wake up call to a generation silent on the disparities of daily life. but on the other hand, he was quite an asshole. i guess i'm just annoyed at the rhetoric-action gap that was apparent in his rich life. he realized his situation, the situation of his "thugs"
(watch tupac ressurection for the definition), but it was like he was strapped in a car, writing about his situation eyes wide open seeing and feeling. but at the same time, he couldn't control the car as it accelerated towards a brick wall. rushing towards that wall, fully aware, throwing poetryrapandrhyme out the windows hoping someone would listen. a martyr. this is my situation, look listen, it's too late for me but let's make it not too late for you. watch me, do as i do, and maybe one day "you" won't do as i do.

i won't deny it, i'm a straight ridah, you dont' wanna fuck with me. got the po-lice fuckin wit me

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