1971-1996

 If ever there was a great lyrical poet, then Tupac is he.  The most controversial hip hop entertainer of the 21st century, Tupac even dead continues to create a stir though out the entire hip hop industry.  Labeled an outlaw by society and portrayed as a thug, Tupac defined all odds and exploded onto the urban scene in the late 80's and has since then reign as king of all hip hop.  With such songs as "Dear Mama, Keep Your Head Up, and Shorty Wants to be a Thug," Tupac expresses the hardship of urban families.  However on September 13th 1996 one of the worlds most influencial voices was silenced due ignorance of a petty East and West coast fued.
 
 
 

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Some of Tupac's Poetry

The following poetry is taken from the actual writings of Tupac Shakur
from 'The Poetry Circle' in Santa Rosa, CA 1993 which was a writer's
circle which included Tupac's manager, Leila Steinberg, and former rap
partner Ray Luv. The poetry will be in the upcoming book entitled
2Produce and Create.
by Tupac Shakur

The Rose That Grew From Concrete
by Tupac Shakur
Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete?
Proving nature's law is wrong it learned to walk with out having feet.
Funny it seems, but by keeping it's dreams, it learned to breathe fresh air.
Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else ever cared.

And Tomorrow
by Tupac Shakur
 

Today is filled with anger, fueled with hidden hate.
Scared of being outkast, afraid of common fate.
Today is build on tragedies which no one want's to face.
Nightmares to humanity and morally disgraced.
Tonight is filled with Rage, violence in the air.
Children bred with ruthlessness cause no one at home cares.
Tonight I lay my head down but the pressure never stops,
knowing that my sanity content when I'm droped.
But tomorrow I see change, a chance to build a new,
build on spirit intent of heart and ideas based on truth.
Tomorrow I wake with second wind and strong because of pride.
I know I fought with all my heart to keep the dream alive.

Fallen Star
by Tupac Shakur
They could never understand
what u set out 2 do
instead they chose 2
ridicule u
when u got weak
they loved the sight
of your dimming
and flickering starlight
How could they understand what was so intricate
2 be loved by so many, so intimate
they wanted 2 c your lifeless corpse
this way u could not alter the course
of ignorance that they have set
2 make my people forget
what they have done for much 2 long
2 just forget and carry on
I had loved u forever because of who u r
and now I mourn our fallen star
 
 
 
 

A Poem About Tupac
by J. Hilton

Only God Can Judge 2pac...
Black man, Black boy, Prince, Thug,
Revolutionary, Symbol. They only see your
tattoos, jewelry, and body language. They only
hear your vulgar words, defiant messages, and
your unavoidable controversy. They see your life
as a threat, they comment "chickens came home
to roost." They blame you for violence in
America, they pour disgust on you and point the
finger at you for problems in our families.

Black man, Black boy, Prince, Thug,
Revolutionary, Symbol. We see you as the dark
truth they are scared to accept. We see you as the
voice we sometimes could not find. We see you
as a young Malcolm X. Alcohol, drugs, women
and prison consumed you, as it did Brother
Malcolm. Yet those that knew you, knew you
were on the way out, you had seen the light and
moved toward it. We felt your pain, so similar to
ours. We felt your frustration, so similar to ours.
We felt your anger, so similar to ours. You are an
unavoidable realness. To Generation X, as they
describe it, you are a 1996 Elvis, John Lennon,
Jimi Hendricks, Sammy Davis, Ella Fitzgerald.
Those that don't know, may never know. Those
that do know, truly know that... Only God Can
Judge me