So speaketh, Tupaceth.
Man, the guy died too young. 25 or six years old when he got gunned down.
But.
But. The guy asked for it. He "rapped" about his virility--"shot five times/ niggaz don't die"--and he played the roulette game.
But, my only fear of death is hurting. I don't want to suffer. I'd rather a hole in my head than Linger In Pain.
Why am I writing this? I dunno. No reason. Just kind of a stream-of-consciousness type thing.
I respect--have much love for--Tupac's genius. And it is genius. Was. Whatever. The guy put together driving bass beats and samples and he tied them all up in a bow with his beautiful lyrics.
You don't agree that his lyrics were beautiful? I challenge you to listen to "The Best Of" from Tupac Shakur. The guy was a fucking Light, man.
Done.
1 comment:
I concur!
And I don't want to linger, either...
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