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.

Tuesday, October 23, 2007

A Day In The Life...Hopefully Not

The definition from the dictionary that i thought made the most sense, without having anything to do with religion, was: "something regarded as true and implicityly believed". When I think of the word gospel, the natural connection is God or Religion. Tupac's "Ghetto Gospel" was more of an analysis of what was going on in the inner city. The connection between the Gospel associated with Religion/God and Tupac's Ghetto is that the are both "regarded as true and implicty believed". If you're in a believer of a certain faith, your job is to believe. If you're from the Ghetto, your job isn't to believe, because you don't have to. The words that Pac spoke are true. You can't escape what is real, and that's how believers of a certain faith live...The video begins with death. It's nothing but despair and loss from the jump. As the video continues, you watch a man conflicted with the life he leads. Most hustlers live that life everyday; hoping that the video's ending isn't their own fate. The video was very refreshing to see; people seem to think that all drug dealers do all day is drink, smoke blunts, roll dice, "make it rain" in strip clubs, and have loads of money. I'm not advocating that lifestyle, but coming from someone familiar with people who have engaged in that life, I'll be the first to admit that Tupac's version of "A day in the life" is more accurate than what you may here in today's rapper lyrics or see in their video.The poem, on the other hand, allows you to follow a man looking over his life and surroundings. Nobody is immune to a life of trouble and hurt. The line that sticks out most for me is "mans gotta do what he can for his family". It's almost a prequel to the video, but the video shows you the reality of choosing to hustle as an interpretaion of that line...The line of " jumping into another form of slavery" makes me think of the mental slavery that people trap themselves into. Whether it be being a slave to a person, money, drugs, work, or anything that can stop you from thinking outside of the box or striving for things people may think is out of your reach. The trappings of life can seem to be inescapable. People allow themselves to be sold short because of a standard that has been set or because it's easier to just follow, not realizing that standards are redifined everyday...If I had to describe the emotion surrounding Tupac's poem, I'd say prepared. It seemed as though he knew what was ahead and wasn't extremely afraid of it. He seemed ready for his eventual fate. Lines like "I have come 2 grips" almost scream readiness and acceptance. In Hughes' poem, I feel curiosity was the main emotion crowding the poem. It was almost like sitting in your den listening to your grandmother and her friends commentary on what they were seeing. The voice in my head as I read it was that of an older women. His constant questioning everything he sees, makes the poem take on a gossip-style of writting...The Blues has always been related to hurt and pain. With lines like "he made that poor piano moan", the personification used is that of a broken, used, and hurt person. The poem is exactly what you might've seen down in New Orleans or Mississippi back in the 30's on the chitlin circuit. It's just a man and his misery over some guitar chords in a smoke-filled room with whiskey and hooch being poured into half-dirty jars. The dirt floors and that weak light flickering, just add to the mood that is given from the man wailing about his troubles. The poem capture just a peek into the "Weary Blues".

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