The following poem was written by a colleague’s daughter. My colleague and I have the same birthday and are both fans of Tupac Shakur; so she shared this with me. Her daughter wrote this as a final project for her hip hop class.
If you are also a fan of Tupac, you will really relate to this poem. I love it and was given permission to share it.
Two syllables foreshadow opposing sides: east and west
They say it was the Golden Era but really its was survival of the Fittest
Who will it be? They said, Biggie or Makaveli?
The feds betted on you
And you guessed it, they gunned you down before you were ready
Sending you straight to Thugz Mansion
God bless the dead, you sang
Unaware of the influence you’d have on the next generation
Mentioned in rap songs you’ll never hear
Your lyrics reaching the soul and not just the ear
Warning those to lessen the hate you give
Calling out for Changes that may never make it big
Protecting those little infants with sharp words and wit
Passing down the gauntlet of rhymes and grit
So, the next era of hip hop may live on
In those who remember your song
Don’t forget to Keep Ya Head up you tell me
But can I ask you one thing?
How can I stand tall?
When you’ve been buried so deep
For speaking your truths in the faces who’d rather keep
You silent than see your simple rhymes threaten their ways
So that we today could see Better Dayz