We gotta make a change...
It's time for us as a people to start makin' some changes.
Let's change the way we eat, let's change the way we live
and let's change the way we treat each other.
You see the old way wasn't working so it's on us to do
what we gotta do, to survive.
It's time for us as a people to start makin' some changes.
Let's change the way we eat, let's change the way we live
and let's change the way we treat each other.
You see the old way wasn't working so it's on us to do
what we gotta do, to survive.
Why is it that in Pac's seminal piece 'Changes' his first priority is to change the way we eat? At first I dismissed this as a mis-ordering of priorities, a clumsy lyrical mistake. But then I delved deeper, what if this was some sort of lyrical Freudian slip?
Fervently I began looking through my extensive archives of Pac's works. Take for instance the classic 'High Speed' an undisputed masterpiece, but a multilayered work, in some places laying Pac's very essence bare.
Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
I'm gonna buy me a gun
Then what's next?
Food and Sex, house parties in the projects
Again here is an odd ordering of priorities, first food, then coitus, then house parties. Does Pac just love food or is there something more here?
I then began to see this reoccurring theme scattered almost ubiquitously amongst his oeuvre, take for instance "Keep your Head Up"
"homey roll a e-class Mad cheese in the stash, still a deadbeat dad"
Here again a foodstuff is
mentioned, this time cheese, a pattern is forming, (and it takes a very
subtle mind to detect it). Pac seems to value cheese so highly that rather like Pepys he stashes or buries his more expensive cheeses, such as perhaps, a fine Parmesan, or an aged blue cheese.
But does Pac just like food, or is there something more here? Something deviant? I think not. But a practical relationship between Pac and foodstuffs is not out of the question.
I then found something startling, something so sublime that I had to cease all thought for three days, least I become mired in its beatification. I stumbled upon "Picture me Rollin".
"Picture me rollin in my 500 Benz
I got no love for these n***** there's no need to be friends
They got me under surveillance, that's what somebody be tellin. Know there's dope bein sold, but I ain't the one sellin!"
They got me under surveillance, that's what somebody be tellin. Know there's dope bein sold, but I ain't the one sellin!"
We know Pac is not the one selling dope but what is he selling? This is when I had the epiphany, I listened to the song, and Lo! The lyrics were wrong. I heard new words where old should have been, Pac posthumously let me in on his secret!
"Picture me grocing with my 500 Beans"
At this point the amount of seminal fluid dripping from my member was torrential. 2Pac Shakur was a grocer! A truth hidden beneath his rhymes, his love of food masked in his lyrics. What a discovery, what an achievement! I find more meaning in life everyday!
Spread the word, Pac is a straight up G(rocer)
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