The Insurrection of Tupac Shakur

It Only Takes One

It only takes one

Bullet

Force times Mass equals buried bodies

I attended a funeral today

No one cried

Neither mother father sister or son

Shed a tear

Eyes forward in a thousand yard stare

Sitting in a church full of empty amens

Barely acknowledging the pastors punchlines

On fearing no evil walking in the valley of death

It only takes one

Bullet to die

Here lies a 15 year old child of God

With a one way ride in the back of a Caddy

It only takes one 

Argument

It only takes one

Dissagreement

To get your name on a Tee shirt

It only takes one bullet  to die..........

The Insurrection of Tupac Shakur

How dare him 

Tupac Shakur

He laid down his thug life inside a bloody BMW

A decimal point on a decade

New Jack Swings and Mandatory Minimums

Tupac shouts at the Devil

A child of protest

Hungry for the past

Pac crucified himself for our entertainment

Remanded to custody on camera

Call him a jail cell Jesus

Perp-walked for our sins

Do-Rag flaggin 

Profane preacher

Lip sync our prayers

Tupac living dangerously

Tupac living Temporarily

Once you pick up the gun its hard to put it down

Get Down!

They shootin

On the Vegas Strip

N!gga sh!t

Got a n!gga hit

Tupac got got

Tupac got shot

His eyes always told the story

His eyes followed the sparow

The Insurrection of

Tupac Shakur...

Stream of Conscience

Pump syllables into your synapses

And get a happy ending

Drink bourbon blasphemy from red cups

Cussing like a sailor

Live life on a floatation device

2 minutes to midnight

Predators hunt for innocent bystanders

With tender hind quarters

2 minutes to midnight and the lights are still on

350 million synthetic souls love hate and hate love

Holy words sold

Holy words stole

Burning books make holy smoke

2 minutes to midnight

We cant find our way home

No radar

No sonar

No spotlight

Can pierce darkness

Save the last dance for yourself.......

My-Self

Damm dont feel like myself

Maybe the word is disheveled 

In my head space tho

Maybe the word is unglued

But this is a sticky situation

In D.I.Y. mode now

I decide to put myself back together again

Human Humpty Dumpty

My

Self

Was separated 

Too many Downloads

Too many Likes

Too many Shares

I went looking for My Self

I found my pouty lips on Instagram

Extra glossy I aroused myself 

Me kissing Air

I found my sexy tongue on Instagram too

I was sticking it out licking some invisible body part

Do I give head

I forgot

There was a rumor I was on Facebook

Bragging about my Big Butt complications

Hugged up in a Third relationship

15,000 likes of me walking on sand

He must be the Man

His Louis Vuitton...

YOU!

HEY

YOU

Yeah man 

I'm talking to YOU!

Not the person behind you 

Yeah sucka!

YOU!

Mr. individual

First negro to miss massa

Last negro to be a black man

Winner of the good coon sweepstakes!

Yeah you!

Who behind you!

Scared of the face that looks like you

You!

Negropean fantasies straighten nappy memories

Fill your stomach with pligrim flavored John Wayne insanity

You 

Living without a name

Yeah You!

You

You

You

Are 

Me......

Captive Angel

Maybe gravity grabs her by the waist

Holding her aesthetic esoteric figure down

She is more than a handful

Did her wings create a breeze

Or did my imagination take liberties

With reality

She was a sight for sore eyes

She was

She was a captive angel

Her perfume stole the room before she entered

Where did you come from?

Where do you go when you leave?

This beautiful stranger

Captive angel

Stranded in my daydream

Trapped inside my heart

Performing daring aerial manuevers

In the space between me and you

Close the distance with a kiss

Captive angel.....

WW lll

40 kiloton bomb blast

Mr. Orange bombast

WW lll has just begun

Get your tickets at Trumpworld.com!

Eat popcorn while being prostituted

The world looks up Americas skirt

On no pantie Tuesdays

Down is the new up

Lie is the new truth

In the battle between your ears

Radioactive enemies

Use sign language

Launching intercontinental ballistic bullsh*t

Into the atmosphere 

Culture coons dance for a dime

Culture coons use your name in vain

Sliding your colored credit card between 

White guilt

and White fear

Go ahead stream WW lll to your device

Here comes the marching band

Here comes the dancing girls

Here comes WW lll

In due time

Dig deep

Deep into pockets of despair

Pay like you weigh

Everybody pays

Your conscience is heavy

From paying dues

Internal tax 

Rivers run one way

Everybody pays

Hand outs melt in your mouth

Not in your hands

Swallow Sunday communion on Friday night

Who pays the bill

You pay the bill

The bankrupt stare of dollar short

Paper chasers charged with high crimes and misdemeanors

Pay to play with fire

Pay up

Dig deep

The bill is due

The bill is you....

Tears

I can't remember the last time I cried

Cried out loud

Like a real man

Like a real human

I can't remember

The last time I tasted tears

Salty remorse follows the contours and creases

Of a man

A hurting man

A human

I can't remember the last time I cried

My emotions medicated and muffled

My heart pumps piss and vinegar

My Macho Rambo Ego 

Suits me fine

Well tailored tension

Between my projected self

And myself standing under the human rain of tears

I can't remember the last time I cried.....

Up on the Ave.

When the sunset hides behind brokedown palaces 

Night time eases down on the Ave 

Ave short for Avenue

Nothin new on the Ave.

Liquor stores

99 cent stories

Told by raggedy mouth hustlers

Testifying to invisible jurors

Slick Pimps in double knit distinction

Look sideways at school house squares

Searching for coocalator girls that twist more than they wrist

Up on the Ave.

Dice games Die

Arguments live in the language of the street

Standing in doorways black statues puff Newport 100s

Waiting for tonights fight

Hood conspiracy

Who got got

Who got shot

Hood drama

Played out by actors

Playing themselves

In a made for TV movie

Probably on BET....