HOLLER IF YA HEAR ME!
June 16th, 1971
a black man
rises from his mothers womb
made from love
born with intellect
instilled with power
grows into a child
soon on his journey of discovery
open to whatever it may bring
HOLLER IF YA HEAR ME!
a black man
now a teen
his struggles deepen
his worries stretches
his mind wonders
not willing to back down from a fight
he is wanting to be heard
just has to be seen
he has no money
only just a dream
a dream of togetherness
a dream of creativity
a dream of possibilities
a dream of satisfaction
for us
yes
black people
don’t you agree?
HOLLER IF YA HEAR ME!
a black man
finally an adult
reached for that star he worked so hard for
the music that he lived for
poet
revolutionary
courageous
talented
intelligent
oh i just don’t like this person!
lets not acknowledge him as those things
yeah, how about we just label him as a “good for nothing”
better yet lets just label him as a thug
lets just get rid of him
ha that will show him
tried to shut him down
but it didn't work
tried to lock him up
only to open him back up
tried to silence him
only to make him scream
tried to kill him once
but that did make things worse..
judged before he can speak
perceived as something that he is not trying to preach
held by evilness from the bottom of his feet
steady pacing
pacing
pacing…
something changed
it just doesn't feel right
slowly he is growing tiresome
the enemies are draining him
blinded by fake smiles
covered with mistakes
this is more than what he bargained for
instead of surrendering to them
he continued his battle with them
let’s see how this plays out
HOLLER IF YA HEAR ME!
it’s too late
September 16th, 1996
a black man rides in the car with him
his black power oozes from his skin
its glistens
why is it red?
he's only 25
his young life leaving him
his mind becomes clear
evilness lets go of his feet
a hand reaches out
a bright light shines through
his future is near
his prayers heard
he can not speak
but we all know what he means
our questions left unanswered
i can not speak for others
but i will tell you this
honey, i ain’t mad at cha
black panther loses a child
siblings loses their brother
so many tears
trying to get rid of that pain
a black man left us
what a beautiful sunset
a rose pushes through concrete
hail mary
but his battle not lost nor won
its still going
maybe forever
but only he knows
explosion of emotions seen around the world
our brotha is gone
oh, but not for long
his unique juices
that flowed within his body
made his poetic justice
envisioned high above the rim
gridlock’d tightly of compassion
which eventually caved in
years pass
open wound still there
HOLLER IF YA HEAR ME!
HOW LONG WILL THEY MOURN ME?
that voice echos from the sky
as he smiles with Brenda
helping watching over her baby
tying his bandanna on his halo
no this is not the end
celebrate his life
i know i will
even though there are some that never got to meet you
including me
or even got to witness you
but for now Tupac
with our eyes closed
we will just picture you rollin’
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