Chords for Tupac- Good Die Young

[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Fm] These are hard times we're living in, little town.
[C#] _ [D#m] _ _ [A#m] Churches burning, _ [F#] planes falling from [G#] the sky. _ _
Murder.
_ _ Good to die [C#] young.
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ [Fm] _ Yeah, _ good to [C#] definitely die [D#m] young. _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ This [Fm] is a little something to help you get through the day, [A#m] if you could. _ _ _
_ [F#] It was more than [Fm] a tragedy, emotions be grabbing me.
[G#] Plane fell from the sky, we trying [C#] to figure what happened.
[F#] Burning churches, [Fm] fearing God, who can be so cruel?
We all ignorant to AIDS, till [C#] it happens to [F#] you.
Just be a man, [Fm] make plans, listen to your words.
A [A#m] woman's trying [G#] to make decisions, [C#] we should leave them in [F#] short.
Cause who [Fm] are we to say who lives or dies, breathes or stops?
All [C#] this judgment, all other lives, needs to [F#] stop.
What are we living for, [G#] giving more back than taking?
On my knees, still waiting [C#] for my own salvation.
[F#] Now I feel [Fm] abandoned, cause Pap, you dare to say I'm greedy.
You [C#] can take my taxes, [G#] send me to war, [A#] or can't feed me.
[F#] It's so easy to [Fm] regret [G#] things that they done.
Babies [D#m] catching murder cases, scared [C#] to laugh in the sun.
[F#] The tragedy [Fm] is that we all need love and doses.
In [C#] times like these, [G#] we feel [C#] closest.
The good [F#] die young.
In [G#] times _ _ _ _ like [F#] these, we feel closest.
The good die [Fm] young.
_ Rest in peace, God bless you today.
And we carry on.
The good [F#] die young.
_ [Fm] _ I ain't talking about Joe, we feel close.
[G#] The good [C] die [A#m] _
_ _ [F#] [Fm] young.
_ And now we hear from the future, the next generation.
Tell it.
Now [F#] when my world really get worse, [Fm] when I've been trapped since birth.
And I had to [G#] sleep in a hearse, cause it [Fm] was my [F#] bed first.
My glands finally burning, [Fm] turning into a grave.
Some folks ain't even get to see a high age, but they [A#m] did.
So I ain't [F#] afraid, and this money got me [G#] feeling like a star.
And this murder got me feeling like my death [C#] ain't far.
In Atlanta, I'm still in [F#] the car, don't get no better.
[Fm] Don't get no weaker or no harder.
I was raised in a rush without my moms and my [F#] father.
So tell me something, [Fm] I'ma grab my cat and get to jumping with God.
Get to looking at me funny.
_ [F#] _ Rest [Fm] in peace to my mother, Aquila Phil.
Rest in peace to my father, [F#] Salik Phil.
_ Rest in [Fm] peace to my grandparents.
And fucking peace to my [D#m] brother Seeker.
You [C#] know I love you.
With his words, first [Fm] Norman, then Al.
Pockets in yacht, Gregory Brown.
Could've swapped in [F#] your face in the cloud.
Family grieving on [Fm] your last breath.
Close to [B] the art, whether you know it or not.
[C#] I swear the love won't [F#] stop, Jewel.
[Fm] That's my boo, Maude Ducanu.
From [C#] jump, you kept it true.
Helped to feed the crew, the good die young.
[G#] Listen, fast jump in the gun.
[D#m] Mama blaming the community [C#] for killing us up.
[G#] My cousin Darren [Fm] wasn't scared of going.
But never knowing he [A#m] was dying slower.
I guess I'll see you when [F#] I see you, soldier.
[G#] Does anybody ever answer _ why?
Excuse me, but this [F#] guy left.
_ _ [Fm] Can anybody tell me why?
Tell [D#] _ me why? _
_ [F#] I know my life ain't [Fm] promised.
That's why the wilds move in silence.
Analyze these [F#] scandalous times.
It's hard, dawg, but [C#] we [D#m] manage.
Schools [Fm] turn to war zones.
Even homes unsafe.
Leaving children to placate and raise their [F#] hate.
How come so [Fm] unexplained?
Why the good die young?
[G#m] Why the bad die slow and [A#m] outlive?
Everyone, [D#m] it's time something is [Fm] done.
For our young kids, they growing hopeless.
[C#] Now ain't no way to live.
[A#m] Tell me why?
[F#] Days gone [Fm] pass, and as they pass, time move quicker.
[G#] No time for wasting.
Put your hustle down, my [F#] young billers.
Cause the end [Fm] is nearer.
But at least that's what they telling me.
Hell, all I know, [D#] brothers, ain't writing for three [F#] felonies.
It's time [Fm] to plan, plan, _ strategize.
[G#] Capitalize, mobilize.
We in the [A#m] war, y'all.
[F#] It's for all [Fm] y'all.
My family, to the war to stay.
Little bit more love is what's recommended.
Yeah, and it's [F#] plain to see.
[Fm] The seeds from you and me.
Gonna be [C#] the ones to lead us towards unity.
[F#] That's it, treat them right.
[G#] Teach them right.
Raise your kids better than you was to see what it [D#] does.
[F#] But if you don't, man, [C#] we're so [G#] to be done.
And we'll all see [D#m] exactly why the good die young.
We ain't lying, man.
[Fm] Does anybody have an answer to why we can't see the good die young?
[F#] _ _ _ _ [Fm] Can anybody tell me why?
[F#] Can anybody tell me why?
_ Can [Fm] anybody have an answer to why we [G#] can't see the good die [A#m] _
_ [F#] young?
Can [Fm] anybody tell me why?
[F#] Can anybody [C#]
tell me why?
_ [F#] _ _ _ [Fm] Send this out to all my homeboys that passed away.
And all your [C#] homeboys that passed [F#] away.
I send [Fm] this out to all the fallen soldiers that's in the [G#m] cemeteries buried.
[A#m] Never got to see their dreams.
_ _ _ [G#] For everything I touch, you touch.
_ For every [D#m] step I take, you take.
_ For every breath I breathe, [G#] you breathe. _
_ Every dollar I make, you make.
_ [C#m] _
_ [A#m] I told you we'd make it to the [G#] sunshine one day.
_ You just got there a little quicker. _ _
[A#] _ But like my homeboys, the [G#] thugs say, _ _ I'll catch you at the crossroads. _ _ _
_ [F#] The good die young.
[Fm] _ This song is dedicated _ to all them [A] young kids that died innocent, died [F#] young.
[Fm] At Columbine High, rest in peace.
[A#m] _ Oklahoma, outlaw, _ [F#] _ _ _ [Fm] Lil' Yemi Sanderson, _ _ _ Tasha Harlow, _
_ [F#] _ _ _ [Fm] all the fallen kids.
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _