2pacalypse
All Eyez were watching him....watching and waiting
Someone was waiting ....hating him ..........baiting him....
Red blood of urgency, was surging and urging him......
Fate knows the story, it is talking the talk, it is walking the walk
Where it begins......where it will end
Haunting him............ taunting him...
It stalked streets of Harlem...like the panthers of night
His mind was a roadmap, traveling streets of a thug
They call him a rapper......spilling tears in the fog
Walking a life....he was keeping a beat...
there is so much more that was beating him.....cheating him......
Struggle and violence....fighting the fight
Walking and rapping,.....caring, daring
Cracks in the concrete...where a black rose would grow....
Yet, even the roses were trembling....knowing him...
Keeping a head up high,......higher...and higher
Splashing with gasoline....to put out a fire...
Turning a life into flames of a pyre
Driving the lonely Strip............recklessly driving...
Riding the shotgun..........gripping....and riding...
Life blood was almost dead,....losing.....losing...
.....dying..........and dying....
tears fall from cupid, bled.......... crying.....and crying.....
Somewhere the fire's red........somewhere........somewhere
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Bio of Tupac Shakur
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2010
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