2PAC POEMS
~Can You See The Pride In The Panther~

Can you see the pride in the Panther
As he grows in slendor and grace.
Topling obstacles placed in the way
Of the progression of his race.
Can you see the pride in the panther
As she nurtures her young all alone
The seed must grow regardless
Of the fact that it is planted in stone.
Can you see the pride in the panthers
As they unify as one
The flower blooms in brilliance
And outshines the rays of the sun

~Ambition Over Adversity~
Take one's adversity
Learn from their misfortune
Learn from their pain
Believe in something
Believe in yourself
Turn adversity into ambition
Now blossom into wealth

~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 principle
or a belief that I had lived for.
I will die before my time
because I feel the shadows depth
so much I wanted to accomplish
before I reached my death
I have to come to grips with the possability
and wiped the last tear from My eyes
I loved of all who were positive
In the event of my demise

~The Fallen Star~
They could never understand
what you set out to do
Instead they chose to
ridicule you when you got weak
They loved the sight
of your dimming
And flickering starlight
how could they understand what was so intricate
To be loved by so many, so intimate
they wanted to see your lifeless corpse
This way you could not alter the course
of ignorance that they have set
To make my people forget
what they have done for much too long
To just forget and carry on
I had loved you forever because of who you are
And now I mourn our fallen star

~The Rose That Grew From Concrete~
Did you hear about the rose that grew from the concrete?
Proving nature's law is wrong, it learned to walk without having feet
Funny it seems, but by keeping it's dreams, it learned to breathe fresh air
Long live the rose that grew from the concrete when no one else cared

~A Young Heart With An Old Soul~
A young heart with an old soul,How can there be peace
How can I be in the depths of solitude
When there are two inside of me
This duo in me causes the perfect opportunity
To learn and live twice as fast
As those who accept simplicity....

~Untitled 1~
Father forgive us for living
Why are all my homies stuck in prison?
Barely breathing believing that this world is a prison
It's like a ghetto we can never leave
A broken rose givin' bloom through the cracks of the concrete
So many other things for us to see
Things to be
Our history so full of tragedy and misery
To all my homies who never made it home
The dead peers I shed tatooed tears for, when I'm alone
Picture us inside a ghetto Heaven
A place to rest finding peace through this land of stress
In my chest I feel pain come in sudden storms
A life full of rain in this game watch for land thorns
Our unborn never got to grow, never got to see what's next
In this world full of countless threats
I beg God to find a way for our ghetto kids to breathe
Show a sign, make us all believe.

~I Cry~
Sometimes when I'm alone I cry,
because I am on my own.
The tears I cry are bitter and warm,
they flow with life but take no form.
I cry because my heart is torn.
I find it difficult to carry on.
If I had an ear to confiding,
I would cry among my treasured friend,
But who do you know that stops long enough,
to help others carry on.
The world moves fast and it would rather pass by,
then to stop and see what makes one cry,
So painful and sad.
and sometimes...
I cry
and no one cares about why.




~Untitled 2~
With all this extra stressing the question I wonder is after death
After my last breath
Will I finally get to rest from this oppression?
They punish the people that's asking questions
And those that possess steal from the ones without possessions
The message I stress
To make you stop and study your lessons
Don't settle for less
Even the genius asks his questions
Be greatful for blessings
Don't ever change keep your essense
The power is in the people and politics we address
Always do your best
Don't let the pressure make you panic
And when you get stranded and things don't go the way you planned it
Dreaming of riches in the position of making a difference
Politicians is hypocrites
They don't want to listen
If I'm insane it's the fame
I ain't about to change
It ain't nothing like the game

~And Tomorrow~
Today is filled with anger, fueled with hidden hate.
Scared of being outkast, afraid of common fate.
Today is built on tragedies which no one wants to face.
Nightmares of humanity and morally disgraced.
Tonight is filled with rage, violence in the air.
Children bred with ruthlessness cause no one at home cares.
Tonight I lay my head down but the pressure never stops,
knowing that my sanity content when I am dropped.
But tomorrow I see change, a chance to bulid a new,
build on spirit intent of heart and ideas based on truth.
Tomorrow I wake with second wind and strong because of pride.
I know I fought with all my heart to keep the dream alive.

More will be posted as they become available.

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