He was young,
Wise beyond his years
And a son.
He was raised a soldier
From a mother who was a black
Malcolm X of our time
Even though he succeeded
To higher heights
He never forgot about his people
And their struggles
For he’d been there and was dealing
With a different set of struggles.
Forget the picture the media painted for you
They are never 100%.
In his 25 years he had done and learned a lot
One thing no one took the time to teach him
Was the correct way to fight the enemy
By claiming Our Heavenly Father’s Son.
No he wasn’t a gangster
Yet he had no fear hanging around them.
No he wasn’t a rapist, he was in the wrong place
Around the wrong people
Ended up paying for their crime.
No he was human, not perfect.
A soldier and activist for his people that’s what
Mother Afeni taught him.
‘Brenda’s Got A Baby’, ‘Keep Ya Head Up’ and other
Songs made him the rapper whose music blasted
On millions of stereos.
“The Rose That Grew From Concrete” introduced him
As a poet.
He was and still is loved as the man Tupac Amaru Shakur.