If I know that in this hotel room they have food every day, and I’m knocking on the door every day to eat, and they open the door, let me see the party, let me see them throwing salami all over, I mean, just throwing food around, but they’re telling me there’s no food. Every day, I’m standing outside trying to sing my way in: “We are hungry, please let us in. We are hungry, please let us in.” After about a week that song is gonna change to: “We hungry, we need some food.” After two, three weeks, it’s like: ”Give me the food or I’m breaking down the door.” After a year you’re just like: ”I’m picking the lock, coming through the door blasting.” It’s like, you hungry, you reached your level. We asked ten years ago. We was asking with the Panthers. We was asking with them, the Civil Rights Movement. We was asking. Those people that asked are dead and in jail. So now what do you think we’re gonna do? Ask?
Happy Birthday Tupac Shakur. Thank you for the wisdom.