Tupac Shakur


In the Event of My Demise


In the event of my Demise

when my heart can beat no more

I Hope I Die

For A Principleor A

Belief that I had Lived 4

I will die Before My Time

Because I feel the shadow's Depth

so much I wanted 2 accomplish

before I reached my Death

I have come 2 grips

with the possibility

and wiped the last tear from my eyes

I Loved All who were Positive

In the event of my Demise

Langston Hughes Poetry


"Night Funeral in Harlem "

Night funeral
In Harlem:
Where did they get
Them two fine cars?
Insurance man, he did not pay--
His insurance lapsed the other day--
Yet they got a satin box
for his head to lay.
Night funeral
In Harlem:
Who was it sent
That wreath of flowers?
Them flowers came
from that poor boy's friends--
They'll want flowers, too,
When they meet their ends.
Night funeral
in Harlem:
Who preached that
Black boy to his grave?
Old preacher man
Preached that boy away--
Charged Five Dollars
His girl friend had to pay.
Night funeral
In Harlem:
When it was all over
And the lid shut on his head
and the organ had done played
and the last prayers been said
and six pallbearers
Carried him out for dead
And off down Lenox Avenue
That long black hearse done sped,
The street light
At his corner
Shined just like a tear--
That boy that they was mournin'
Was so dear, so dear
To them folks that brought the flowers,
To that girl who paid the preacher man--
It was all their tears that made
That poor boy's
Funeral grand.
Night funeral
In Harlem.


Tupac: Ghetto Gospel Lyrics

Ghetto Gospel:

If I could recollect before my hood dayz
I would sit in bliss and reminis on the good dayz.
I stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to'em
They stressed and goin under.
We never really went through that Cause we was born
Today things change, it's a shame
They blame it on the youth cause the truth look strange
For them it;s worse, we come from a world that;s cursed
And it hurts.
Cause any day they;ll push the button.
And y;all condemned like malcom x and uncle bob
They died for nothin.
Make the people teary, the world looks dreary
But when you wipe your eyes you see it clearly.
There's no need for you to fear me.
If you take the time to hear me, maybe you can learn to cheer me.
It ain't about black or white, both doin I hope you see the light before it's ruined
My ghetto gospel

It's ok, it's ok, it's ok
My ghetto gospel
Tell me do you see that old lady she ain't sad
Living out a bag, in rags, loving the things she has
Over there see that lady, the cracks got her crazy.
And she's gonna give birth to a baby?
I shouldnt let it phase me.
We out of the projects
Jumped into another form of slavery.
And even now I get discouraged.
I wonder if its tooken all back will I still keep the courage.
I refuse to be a role model.
I keep control on the hoes and take out my old bottle.
I make mistakes, I learn from everyone.
And when its said and done, ill be called a better one.
If I strecth you dont stretch.
Never forget, god is gonna finish with me yet.
I feel his hands on my brain.
When I write ryhmes, i go blind, and let the lord do this thing. But am I any less holy, I
choose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homies
And then world peace, we tried and failed
Now there's war in the streets
My ghetto gospel

I remember grandmas hands use to hold me
Mold me, I never forget the things she told me
Brothas a butt, and played the big shot
But you know grannys are the only other thing lil ghetto kids got.
Mom's work, and pop's burried.
Drop me off at granny's, left without a heart cause she's worried
And ghetto grannys are like books.
We got some many crooks, so many granny's gettin shook.
And gettin trapped in a nursing home.
Times is hard, and even worse alone
And how could you be so cold,
Youll get your turn, as soon as you turn old.
All they ask of every person,
Is for a brotha to figure whats on his mind when he's cursin.
9 out of 10 youll find them problems.
Time to take listen and see what you can do to solve them. Cause every body needs a little help
On the way of relying on ones self.
And think about it, why 2pac hit you with a little ghetto gospel My ghetto gospel

I wake up stone cold gangsta main
See ya gave me ghetto gospel, i thank you main
Use to roll in the back and do drugs a lot.
Now im bangin the tracks, slangin ryhmes I got.
In this world of greed tryin to succeed on my beliefs.
Now I lay me down to sleep, lord can you hear me speak.
Can you forgive me for my sins
If I had it all to do again, id still play to win I hope the lord can understand me.
A mans gotta do what he can for his family.
And pay the price of being hellbound.
But i ratha see hell later than see hell now.
And the devil aint got nothin on the president.
Cut back and keep us trapped in our residence.
And be like animals in cages.
We can rant and rave about slavery for ages.
Or we can stop makin awful
And hitem with a lil ghetto gospel My ghetto gospel.

Hughes "Weary Blues"

Weary Blues

1 Droning a drowsy syncopated tune,
2 Rocking back and forth to a mellow croon,
3 I heard a Negro play.
4 Down on Lenox Avenue the other night
5 By the pale dull pallor of an old gas light
6 He did a lazy sway ....
7 He did a lazy sway ....
8 To the tune o' those Weary Blues.
9 With his ebony hands on each ivory key
10 He made that poor piano moan with melody.
11 O Blues!
12 Swaying to and fro on his rickety stool
13 He played that sad raggy tune like a musical fool.
14 Sweet Blues!
15 Coming from a black man's soul.
16 O Blues!
17 In a deep song voice with a melancholy tone
18 I heard that Negro sing, that old piano moan--
19 "Ain't got nobody in all this world,
20 Ain't got nobody but ma self.
21 I's gwine to quit ma frownin'
22 And put ma troubles on the shelf."
23 Thump, thump, thump, went his foot on the floor.
24 He played a few chords then he sang some more--
25 "I got the Weary Blues
26 And I can't be satisfied.
27 Got the Weary Blues
28 And can't be satisfied--
29 I ain't happy no mo'
30 And I wish that I had died."
31 And far into the night he crooned that tune.
32 The stars went out and so did the moon.
33 The singer stopped playing and went to bed
34 While the Weary Blues echoed through his head.
35 He slept like a rock or a man that's dead.

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

VIEWPOINTS OF HUGHES AND SHAKUR


1. The celluloid images that accompany poet Langston Hughes' Weary Blues on the website youtube.com
( ) are as much a foil for the poems lyrics as today's Hollywood fare that's saturated the airwaves. It's easy for impressionable minds to be swayed by the images of good times, extravagant lifestyles, and carefree, cushioned existence. The definition of "gospel", i.e., "somethng regarded as true and implicity believed" might even seem to fit. Combined, however, with a second definition, "a doctrine regarded as of prime importance: political gospel", it seems to befit the lyrics of Hughes as well as Tupac Shakur's Ghetto Gospel. These pieces describe the reality for masses of people, i.e., desparate living conditions, imminent mortal danger and lack faced particularly by minorities in American society.
Source: Dictionary.com

2. Shakur's protagonist has adapted to the conditions in which he lives, and believes that those who fought and died in the effort to create a different outcome sacrificed foolishly. Tupac's character believes in the wisdom of "eating rather than being eaten". In the corresponding videoclip () , however, the main figure appears to be on the losing end of that equation, and is murdered during a casual moment in a public place, the end of a life despairing in ignoble surroundings with seemingly no prospects.

3. "We out of the projects/ Jumped into another form of slavery" might refer to descendants of African slaves who were emancipated in the late 1800's. Emancipation was immediately followed by the horror of Jim Crow segregation, deprivation, racism and disenfranchisement. Rendered relatively powerless politically and socially, many of the descendants of these slaves are now ensnared in poverty and are still hampered by rasicm today. Tupac states "I shouldn't let it phase me" inferring that today's construct is nothing new, and is a familiar evil.

4. In Hughes' time, it appears that there is temporary respite from rasicm and injustice within one's community. There was an underlying culture that allowed for a "grand funeral" for a boy "who was so dear" in Night Funeral in Harlem. In Weary Blues, there was a place where one could go to socialize and listen to music. In Tupac's ghetto world, the community is the killer. Death at the hands of a neighbor seems to be constant and untimely and the onlookers seem desensitized. Even the living have lost a spark and given themselves over to drugs, prostitution, being gangsters, or the like.

5. From a Baruch music history class, I learned that Blues is genre of music that originated in the South, a derivation of the work songs slaves used to sing while laboring. The precursor to jazz and rock music, the theme of blues music is usually melancholy. Hughes' poem, Weary Blues, describes blues' characteristic syncopation and melancholy lyrics which are employed by the artiste who is the focus of the piece. The piano he plays is also a main feature of blues, as well as percussion and brass instruments. That the music is "coming from a black man's soul" is a reference to the African-American slaves with whom the blues originated, who most certainly ended each day of forced labor sleeping "like a rock or a man who's dead".


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