Tupac

Womb walked with the warriors
With the nation builders
Who believe that they could make a difference
Who made special rules
Who wore special hats
Who took special names
Who set up special schools
They tried to feed some of the hungry
Take responsibility for their lives, their communities
Tupac came after an aftermath
Child of these self made cut down warriors
Trails, memories and sounds of death lessons tattooed in the buildings and in the foreheads of his mammas and daddies
Big eyes swallowed some deep truths before brains got time to get in gear
Grows up out loud sometimes wrong but searching not knowing that the word’s been out for years
OK grow up, but quiet sing dance do your weed
CEO it even
Play ball.
But that revolution thang, we don't dat that no mo.
Any number of ways to like get with get over, get down.
Fuck revolution, Fuck thinking. Get yo self some money. Get with a gang.
Be a start, actor, rapper athlete, or the new town clown.
Revolutionaries don't get job security. They compete with rats for cheese and with strays for shelter after the big bullets make feet out of their knees.
Tupac spelled backwards, caput.
Meaning finished over, ended, done.
26 was, oh my God, so young.
Jaws dropped, stopped in unbelieving anguish
and surprise. And from dry eyes tears cascaded inside.