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 10, 2007

Heros of Harlem

Ghetto Gospel -Real -or Imagined

Tupac's Ghetto offers the audience a front row seat to Tupac's view of the almost insurmountable obstacles and challenges confronting those living in the Ghetto. This is Tupac's doctrine--his idea of what is truth for blacks in today's society. Tupac's Ghetto Gospel carefully choreographs and illuminates the hopes and dreams embraced by most people living in the Ghetto, which are then extinguished each and every day the moment they step out into the white man's world. As an outsider to the Ghetto, I believe until one has lived there, they would probably not be properly qualified to definitively state that Ghetto Gospel and the message it portrays meets the threshold to be called Gospel. However from the second hand information I am able to gather, it would probably be accurate to suggest that it is Gospel to those living in the Ghetto--it has a ring of gritty truth to it.

Eyes Versus Ears

A video leaves very little to the imagination. It's images are very precise. In writing or poetry one creates the outline; however the pictures are left to be colored in by the readers’ imagination. The images in the video show one man who is trying to rise above the crime, drugs, poverty and violence of the ghetto. It documents a day in the life of this man, symbolizing the day in the life of everyman in the Ghetto. The video details by use of a timeline this individual’s day which begins with him waking up with his loving family and ends in his death as a result of a drive by shooting. Throughout the day, we are witness to both the hope and despair that living in the Ghetto offers through the camera of his eyes. He sees young black men dealing dope; he looks toward the church for salvation; he sees a homeless woman strung out on crack. At one point, he looks toward the sky and raises his arms, in what appears to be a spiritual moment, looking for God’s help. Later in the day, we see him laying in bed lovingly with his wife and playing with his baby, which humanizes him even more, and creates great sympathy for him. These images of a young man with so much potential and goodness make his random death at the hands of drug dealers all the more poignant. The moral of this story can only be interpreted as evil triumphs over good in the ghetto.The images in the poem are different from the ones evoked in the video. The sparse language in the poem leaves a lot to the reader’s imagination and interpretation. The video is very precise in its depiction of the main character as a family man who shuns drugs and is a spiritual person; it puts a face and a name on the people in the ghetto. But there are certain images in the poem that are not present in the video. For example the poem says “I remember Grandma’s hands used to hold me, mold me, I never forgot the things she told me.” The video does not have any images of a grandmother at all, and she’s not included in the storyline. Another image and verse that’s included in the poem but not in the video is “I wake up stone cold gansta main, see ya gave me ghetto gospel, I thank you main, use to roll in the back and do drugs a lot.” By deleting this scene, the video succeeds in presenting the main character in a much more favorable light, as someone who doesn’t take drugs and is nothing more than an innocent victim gunned down by mistake.

One Dollar or 4 Quarters, It's still a Buck!

“We out of the projects, jumped into another form of slavery,” could only mean from Tupac’s perspective, that in today's society severe limitations continued to be imposed on black men and how through those limitations the white man continues to enslave the blacks. Even with all the laws that have changed and the accomplishments made by blacks in sports, science, the arts, politics, etc, the majority of black people continue to be enslaved by society’s unspoken yet clearly evident discrimination.

Two Different views from on top of the Hill !

I think there is a significant difference in the tone and the approach to death between Langston Hughes and Tupac Shakur. There is a sadness, grief and regret expressed in Hughes’ poem “Night Funeral in Harlem” that is missing in Tupac Shakur’s “In the Event of My Demise.” Hughes uses imagery like “the street light at his corner shined just like a tear—that boy that they was mournin’ was so dear, so dear…” to convey the sense of loss and sorrow that the boy’s death has caused. In addition, there is a respect accorded to the young man who died in this poem—they got him a satin box, despite no insurance, sent wreaths of flowers and paid the preacher $5.00 to preach at the funeral (a large amount of money back in the 1920s) The emotion that best characterizes Hughes poem is sorrow.In Tupac Shakur’s poem, there is a certain resignation about his eventual death, and a detachment that is almost chilling. He seems certain that he will die young (which ironically, turned out to be true), and expresses the hope that he dies for a principle that he valued. There doesn’t seem to be much sadness associated with his demise, he seems to have accepted his fate and is prepared for it. The emotion that best characterizes Tupac Shakur’s poem is detachment.

Turning up the Volume on Hughe's Poetry

Never experienced a ride on a time machine? Hop on board Hughe's “The Weary Blues,” and you are suddenly taken back by the narrator to the 20's and 30's to what the experience might have been like listening to a black musician playing blues music on Lenox Avenue in Harlem. During the 20s and 30s, a period known as the Harlem Renaissance, African American writers, artists and musicians proliferated, and jazz and blues music flourished. Blues music which is known for its repetitive patterns and Hughes poem shares this style in lines 6 and 7 and lines 25, 26, 27, 28. The mood of his poem is very evocative of the melancholy tone used in Blues music. The Hughes poem also uses actual blues lyrics, “I got the Weary Blues, and I can’t be satisfied, got the weary blues and can’t be satisfied—I ain’t happy no mo’ and I wish that I had died.” Hughes mournful language “ain’t got nobody in all this world, ain’t got nobody but ma self,” also reflects accurately the sad feeling and tone of Blues music

2 comments:

jdowney said...

Hi,
I agree with you that you would have to experience it first hand to properly define ghetto gospel.

Dave4G4e said...

I fully agree with your examination of Tupac's ghetto gospel. What I most liked about your critique was that you recognized the different "worlds" in which we live in even in different parts of the country.