In the event of my Demise

when my heart can beat no more

I Hope I Die For A Principle

or A Belief that I had Lived 4

I will die Before My Time

Because I feel the shadow's Depth

so much I wanted 2 accomplish

before I reached my Death

I have come 2 grips with the possibility

and wiped the last tear from My eyes

I Loved All who were Positive

In the event of my Demise

By Tupac Shakur

(Poem taken from actual writings of Tupac Shakur from

'The Poetry Circle'

in Santa Rosa California 1993-Provided by Leila Steinburg)

FALLEN STAR

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

By Tupac Shakur

AND 2MORROW

Today is filled with anger

fueled with hidden hate

scared of being outcast

afraid of common fate

Today is built on tragedies

which no one wants 2 face

nightmares 2 humanities

and morally disgraced

Tonight is filled with rage

violence in the air

children bred with ruthlessness

because no one at home cares

Tonight I lay my head down

but the pressure never stops

knawing at my sanity

content when I am dropped

But 2morrow I c change

a chance 2 build a new

Built on spirit intent of Heart

and ideals

based on truth

and tomorrow I wake with second wind

and strong because of pride

2 know I fought with all my heart 2 keep my

dream alive

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.

Poems About Tupac

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 You!

To my Brotha, rest in peace, I'll never forget what you said.

J

At the Age of 25

Written By: Bobby E. Negret, © 1997

I still remember that day... Fall was well on its way.
It began in an ordinary way no different than today.
I popped in a CD and let it play.
I listened to what you had to say.
I slumped back in my couch, resting in a slouch.
I absorbed as much as I could and fell into your groove.

Time progressed and before long nightfall was coming along.
I could barely see the light
But it was holding on with all of it's might.
My session was complete, a sample of your inspiration was a treat.

As my stereo fell silent and my crystal ball came to life.
That is how it all began, too much for me to understand.

An idol to me how could this be?

At the age of 25, caught in the middle of genocide.
At the age of 25, I assumed it was a homicide.
At the age of 25, I too can see through your eyes.
At the age of 25, yes, you should still be alive.

The streets we shared gave me sight.
You were the one who powered the light.
A stranger to me... a strange to you...
All my dreams faded away on this day.

When you were robbed in a violent way.
Only one had the authority to say it was your day.
God didn't want you that way!
Like a thief in the night you were taken away.
Whose choice was it to say?

I now see the irony of Poetic Justice.
On that night you really touched us.
From then on, in that too, I believed.
Your visions and your talents were easy to see.
You were a hero to many, even me.

So... when I heard the news.
It gave me the blues.
I didn't want it to be true.
Because I knew there was nothing I could do.

So... I bowed my head to pray for you.
I asked the LORD to guide and protect you
through your journey.
And to comfort your family with an embrace.
And to keep them all safe and warm well after the storm.

Your legacy will live on in our hearts, where you
have become a vital part.

In loving memory of Tupac Amaru Shakur.
May you forever rest in peace!
-June 16, 1971-September 13, 1996-
September 24, 1996, © 1996, B.E. Negret

Poetic Thug Written By: Rick Davalos, © 1997

LISTENING TO THE LYRICS OF MY IDOL TUPAC SHAKUR
I LEARNED WHEN I FALL TO STAND TALL AND COME BACK 4 MORE

FORTUNE AND FAME DIDN'T COME QUICK TO HIM BUT HE KEPT TRYING AND WAITED
KNOWING THAT IF IT DIDN'T COME HIS THUG LIFE STYLE AND COURAGE COULD NEVER BE FADED

HE HAD MORE COURAGE, AMBITION, AND DESIRE THAN MOST
HE THREW UP "WESTSIDE", LOVED HIS DEATH ROW, AND DESPISED THE EAST COAST

IN '94 HE SHOWERED WITH BULLETS THAT NEARLY MARKED HIS DEATH
HE THEN CLAIMED TO BE A "BADBOY" KILLA UNTIL HIS LAST BREATH

DOWN WITH SUGE KNIGHT, SNOOP DOGG, AND THE POUND
HIS LYRICS AND STLYE TOUCHED THOSE WHOM ARE DOWN

LOOKING TO CLAIM THE LIVES OF BIGGY SMALLS AND MOBB DEEP
KNOWING THOSE TWO HAD NIGHTMARES OF PAC AT NIGHT IN THEIR SLEEP

HE TALKED ABOUT RISING FROM VIOLENCE BUT LOVING YOUR HOOD
TO THOSE LESS FORTUNATE HIS WORDS WERE TOUCHING, BUT YET UNDERSTOOD

SOCIETY LABELED HIM AS EVIL, VIOLENT, AND VILLIAN
BUT HIS WORDS PRAISED ALL COLORS AND SHOWED LOVE FOR WOMEN AND CHILDREN

BIGGY SMALLS TRIED TO CLAIM 2 PAC'S LAST BREATH
BUT IN MARCH OF '97 BIGGY MET HIS OWN TRAGIC DEATH

THE SO CALLED DEATH OF TUPAC, ALSO KNOWN AS MAKAVELLI, LEFT THE RAP INDUSTRY AND THE WORLD AT HAULT,
NOT KNOWING IF WHAT HAPPENED WAS HIS OWN OR SOCIETIES FAULT

PAC DEAD OR ALIVE, IF YOU OUT THERE SOME WHERE
YOUR LYRICS LIVE ON, YOUR STYLE IS MISSED, AND MANY STILL CARE