The mystery I am writing about is why did a young,intelligent,thought-provoking and talented man conform to the stereotypes the white man labelled on him and his community.
'Thug Life' He was who he was. I understand why he felt he 'owed' something to this life because this is the very life that raised him. The missing father figure in his life was compensated from the brothers on the street who loved him unconditionally Tupac rapped, "showed a young brother love".
Regardless, after the 1993 sex assault charges to which he adamantly denied (to which I believe him) everybody he loved or felt a connection with turned their back on him like MTV and the black community. You wonder why I believe him, I know I wasn't there hell! I wasn't even conceived.
But watching countless interviews and stories from people who knew him best, Tupac was a sweet man who only wanted to be loved, listened and appreciated doesn't everybody? His infamous stepfather, Mutulu Shakur wrote an open letter to Tupac my favourite line was this...
"Many couldn't see your dreams or understand your nightmares." :(
Tupac's death hit home because his songs touched a generation of young people who lived the lyrics he rapped about.
Nonetheless, Tupac inspired me to love my heritage which is being a young black girl like he said Marvin Gaye made black be the thing to be.
He made me proud to be black and I can't thank him enough.
Rest in Peace Tupac, have a good rest.
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