Contrary to what many people may think about the late rapper 2pac, he did not always rap about money, sex, and cars. A lot of his songs told a story that was like a narration of the lives of many individuals growing up and living within the inner cities.
One of the songs that made 2pac a common household name was “Dear Mama”. “Dear Mama” is a sentimentally raw song dedicated to his mother that highlights the hard times during Pac’s childhood. Pac even shed’s background on his life as a fatherless child.
The song appeared on 2Pac’s 1995 album entitled Me Against The World and is still a favorite among many hip hop fans. “Dear Mama” is the true example of what hip hop once was; it was a way for rappers to express themselves through their lyrics (as they best put it, like poetry in motion) and to reach out to their audience who have gone through similar experiences, to let them know that they are not going through it alone. And although it may not touch on the fantasy life that a lot of rappers are known to portray, the realness of the lyrics takes its listeners who are not familiar with that life, to a place where they learn to be grateful for the life that they were dealt. Yes, 2pac was that deep. Got a suggestion for lyrical throwback of the week? Then please leave them in the comments or e-mail them to newyorkhiphopmusicexaminer@gmail.com.
The lyrics.
You are appreciated
Verse One: 2Pac
When I was young me and my mama had beef
Seventeen years old kicked out on the streets
Though back at the time, I never thought I'd see her face
Ain't a woman alive that could take my mama's place
Suspended from school; and scared to go home, I was a fool
with the big boys, breakin all the rules
I shed tears with my baby sister
Over the years we was poorer than the other little kids
And even though we had different daddy's, the same drama
When things went wrong we'd blame mama
I reminice on the stress I caused, it was hell
Huggin on my mama from a jail cell
And who'd think in elementary?
Heeey! I see the penitentiary, one day
And runnin from the police, that's right
Mama catch me, put a whoopin to my backside
And even as a crack fiend, mama
You always was a black queen, mama
I finally understand
for a woman it ain't easy tryin to raise a man
You always was committed
A poor single mother on welfare, tell me how ya did it
There's no way I can pay you back
But the plan is to show you that I understand
You are appreciatedChorus: Reggie Green & "Sweet Franklin" w/ 2Pac *
Lady...
Don't cha know we love ya? Sweet lady
Dear mama
Place no one above ya, sweet lady
You are appreciated
Don't cha know we love ya?* second and third chorus, "And dear mama" instead of "Dear mama"
Verse Two: 2Pac
Now ain't nobody tell us it was fair
No love from my daddy cause the coward wasn't there
He passed away and I didn't cry, cause my anger
wouldn't let me feel for a stranger
They say I'm wrong and I'm heartless, but all along
I was lookin for a father he was gone
I hung around with the Thugs, and even though they sold drugs
They showed a young brother love
I moved out and started really hangin
I needed money of my own so I started slangin
I ain't guilty cause, even though I sell rocks
It feels good puttin money in your mailbox
I love payin rent when the rent's due
I hope ya got the diamond necklace that I sent to you
Cause when I was low you was there for me
And never left me alone because you cared for me
And I could see you comin home after work late
You're in the kitchen tryin to fix us a hot plate
Ya just workin with the scraps you was given
And mama made miracles every Thanksgivin
But now the road got rough, you're alone
You're tryin to raise two bad kids on your own
And there's no way I can pay you back
But my plan is to show you that I understand
You are appreciatedChorus
Verse Three: 2Pac
Pour out some liquor and I reminsce, cause through the drama
I can always depend on my mama
And when it seems that I'm hopeless
You say the words that can get me back in focus
When I was sick as a little kid
To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did
And all my childhood memories
Are full of all the sweet things you did for me
And even though I act craaazy
I gotta thank the Lord that you made me
There are no words that can express how I feel
You never kept a secret, always stayed real
And I appreciate, how you raised me
And all the extra love that you gave me
I wish I could take the pain away
If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day
Everything will be alright if ya hold on
It's a struggle everyday, gotta roll on
And there's no way I can pay you back
But my plan is to show you that I understand
You are appreciatedChorus
Sweet lady
And dear mamaDear mama
Lady (3X)
The song.
The video.
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