Tupac
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When writing this poem/song, I took inspiration from the greatest rapper of our time (in my opinion), Tupac Amaru Shakur/also known by his stage alias, “2PAC” while listening to arguably his most popular diss song called “Hit
What is love, is it free for everyone
Or is it ethereal and abhored
What is love, is it a birthright ignored
Or is it a gift granted by the Son
Wombs.
It’s where we all come from
And it would be wise to
Respect
Them.
Too many times
It’s taken upon
Men
To neglect
Them.
Degrade them.
And even
“The Flower That Grows Despite”
(Rendition) of Tupac Shakur’s “The Rose That Grew from Concrete”
My blood is young, but my soul is old
It's been twenty years since you've departed and the world is just as anxious as it was when you startedYou blessed the world with your art like Picasso at his canvas,And your voice helped the west side gain statusYou were an advocate for black pr
There once was a rose made out of concrete
Becuase concrete is where it grows
Its petals frozen solid
By the ice, the wind, and snow
Though it is beautiful on the outside
Its true colors will never show
Hey Tupac it's deyshawon the young bro you was chillin with in music studio Astral Heaven so whassup man how you been Brethen??
Hope all is well dont fall for no temptations lol?
to like tupac and adelle
I like tupac and adele
But I am not supposed to
I inherently believe you choose your fate
But it seems others believe it chooses you
And they will push you towards it
Shoutout to the rose that grew from concrete.
Tupac, you saw inside of me---
a little girl gone too deep
determined not to submerge herself in the surrounding streets.
Innocent lives being lossed, like they dont know the meaning of lifes cost. The government has money for guns and war but still cant feed the poor. They tell young men that its a new chapter, a new door. But not just any men, black men.
This disease is stealing you away from everybody you care about
inability to disclose
you need help but you can't accept it
too proud to take anybody's hand
or to admit defeat
and then with poetic justice
I walk out into the world searching for a sign
I walk out the door and thank god to be alive
As I go on and see the struggle
I cant help but think that I have to hustle
But instead I clear my mind
A black face is all they see
They see black and think of evil and greed
But this is much more than just a black face to me
A philsopher, stroyteller a role model to me
Some people see the lighter side
What our we fighting for
Can anyone answer?
The battles is on going just like the fight against cancer
But why do we travel on a road that never ends
Losing countless nights of sleep and burying countless friends
