‘We Been Running All Our Mothafuckin’ Lives’
When I read the news, I did the same thing I did the first time I heard Trayvon Martin’s name. And Jonathan Ferrell’s and Eric Garner’s and Renisha McBride’s. In a moment of desperate stillness, on a dark street in Chinatown, I listened to 2Pac’s “Hellrazor” on repeat. The song, off of the posthumous R U Still Down? (Remember Me), does not address police brutality as directly as others in his catalogue. But there is nothing quite like ’Pac’s voice—pained, hysterical, laser-focused—when he snarls in the third verse: “Dear Lord, if ya hear me, tell me why / Little girl like LaTasha had to die / She never got to see the bullet, just heard the shot / Her little body couldn’t take it, it shook and dropped / And when I saw it on the news how she bucked the girl / Killed LaTasha, now I’m screamin’ fuck the world.”
I wrote about ‘Pac, my number one.