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My Depression is Tupac Shakur

Dear Mama,

Is life worth living or should I blast myself?

I'm always searching for those better days

knowing that peace on earth will come. In Thugs Mansion.

Where I can sip champagne

while I listen to Billy Holliday sing

and sit there kickin it with Malcolm till the day came.

 

Should I ride on my enemies?

Become one of Amerikas most wanted?

Or should I remember

that the road is hard so I'll never give up?

And time don't stop, always going by.

So I'll puff on mine, hoping that it will get me high.

 

Smile for me.

Won't you smile for me now?

It ain't easy being a changed man

so when it feels like all eyez on me.

I just remember that

heaven ain't hard to find.

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Written by
kevin-mcspadden
American
Published
Nov 2, 2010
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Notes

If you know the poetry of Tupac Shakur you will know these lyrics. However, I have attempted to use them to express my sadness. 2pac is my hero and gets me through the darkness.

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