The Effects of Tupac on a young White mind… The first collection, or discography I ever collected was that of 2Pac, and I had everything. It wasn’t an obsession, it was just this feeling like he was talking to me that I couldn’t escape. While my own lifelong poverty, and my missed chances of white privileged that I wanted nothing part of gave me an ear that could appreciate the struggle in a way that many people couldn’t. I would never be so bold as to make the claim that you had to be a part of the struggle to appreciate this prophet’s music. I played the shit out of it, gave it to every sympathetic friend I could, trying to share this trans formative experience with those who had the chance to take something from it no matter what culture they grew out of. He had something for everyone, and as years past when his struggle became one of violence and confrontation we all failed him by reaching to him to not martyr himself for a cause that Nas would so harshly describe so soon after Tupac’s Death, the music was still amazing. It touched, it told, it held anyone willing to listen and that is what made his ability transcendent, Happy birthday Mr. Shakur. We love you like you couldn’t know. You made so many of us who we are, Though if you had been alive you would be dissapointed in us all because so many heard, but so many didn’t really listen. #2pac #shakur #hiphop #rapunzel #@DMVLife.com #dmv #gmixmag #@gmixmag #@therealkbuttons #@ChaChChia #trap #music #rap #rapper #New #New #Music #new #blog #Pubished #Writer #columnist #Abdias-Kalim #TrulyShamelessPro #mostvaluableartist
