Tupac’s Dead!

Somewhere in L.A.

The thickly

Smog-filled

City of hills

Where

The Boyz

In the Hood’s

Ricky got killed

The city of rich

Ditzy blondes

The Crips

The Rollin’ 60s mob

Nipsey - shot

Lessons need

To be learned

From Biggie

And Pac still

A new generation now

Who sip lean

Get lit, and pop pills

The 6 O’clock news

Hit me like

An electricity shock

The news has said,

“Tupac’s dead”

Killed by a slew

Of black lead bullets

It’s hard to ascertain

The truth, or facts

But going by who

Was on the scene

The killer was

Apparently last viewed

He was seen

Creeping up

In a sapphire Cadillac

Coloured blue

As the sea

Winding down the glass

To blast!

Then doing up the screen

He had in his hand

An automatic

Dual-gun machine

The witnesses, next to ‘em

Someone screams

And I had the most

Luminous of dreams

That exactly this

Would occur

According to bystanders

It happened so quick

Was a blur

I happen to

Actually live

In a district

An area

That’s known

For its thuggish

And mass shootings

It’s part of a problem

That’s erupting

With black youth

It’s mind-numbingly

Mad, ruthless

To inflict this suffering

On mothers and dads

Everyone has

Their day of justice

And will be punished

So why do it?

Damn, Tupac’s dead

It hasn’t sunk in

But when will we

As a race, as a country

Put aside mindless violence

And be done with it

At last? It’s just stupid

Gone are the days

Of solving fights

With punching

A scrap used fists

Now it’s with a gun

Or knife that’s

Bludgeoned in

Stabbed, through skin

However, when you see

A tragedy like this

There’s one thing

You needn’t find stunning

For what’s described

And sung in rap tracks:

Violence, drugs

Money and cash

Is all found

To be in much

Of Tupac’s music

It’s not bitterness

But honey that traps

There’s footage of him

And his gang’s movements

Involved in confronting

Somebody in Las

Vegas

But whoever would

See it coming?

A backlash

In his car, shot

Nowhere to run

Breathing his last breath

In the hospital

Deceased and

Pronounced dead

In the grave

The body decomposed

Organisms eating

The fat, flesh

Now, you can choose

What to believe

Or to accept 

But centuries

From now

Aeons

Since the ‘’G’’

They called Pac, rested

Future generations

Will say

He achieved much

Reached the peak

And the apex

And truly was a rose

From the concrete

Like he had in fact said

His legacy cemented

In the pantheon

Of rap legends

And not just fans

But the quality

Of his songs

Can attest

That in terms

Of influence

He can positioned

Number one

As the best