The Best Rapper, Dead Or Alive
The best rapper dead or alive,
Only three days,
Before my 18th birthday,
He died.
He came here with the realness
All people could feel his:
Strength, knowledge,
Love for the community,
Multiple intelligences, and
His outright hate for negligence.
He had the true requirements for an O.G.
He had nothing but love from me.
He made musical history.
A powerful dude indeed,
All eyes were on him,
Only God could judge him,
He got around,
All over the world.
He had fractions,
Caught in his everyday actions,
That caught up with him,
On September 7, 1996,
The day that those bullets hit
They was mad at him
Cause He had California love
That spread over the world
And to his haters
He wasn’t mad at em.
They tried to hit em up
Before but He survived.
He made points,
Guaranteed for a hood child’s,
Satisfaction. He was a hood minister
Whose actions to the majority was
Sinister. The truth to us,
He administered,
And I want the world to know,
That Tupac was my hero,
He came with the realness,
I don’t care if you don’t feel this.
His music is still played often
At my house today.
I wonder if He would be president,
If he were still alive.
He left us too soon.
How do I want it?
For my boy, Pac,
With the Thug Life tat,
To walking around
Facing haters tit for tat.
I would love that,
But I’m not the man above.
He blessed us long enough,
With thug love.
I believe he served his purpose,
As the best rapper to
Have lived on the earth’s surface.
He really touched my life.
Now, I want to be a thug’s wife.
The best rapper dead or alive,
Only three days,
Before my 18th birthday,
He died.
wrote 6-10-10
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