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There should be a class on sex education, a real sex-education class. There should be a class on police brutality. There should be a class on apartheid. There should be a class on why people are hungry. But there are not. There are classes on gym. Physical education. Let’s learn volleyball. Tupac Shakur

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 4 
I will die Before My Time 
Because I feel the shadow’s Depth 
so much I wanted 2 accomplish 
before I reached my Death


I have come 2 grips with the possibility 
and wiped the last tear from My eyes 
I Loved All who were Positive 
In the event of my Demise

Written by Tupac Shakur (1971-1996)

The Rose that Grew from Concrete


Did you hear about the rose that grew 
from a crack in the concrete? 
Proving nature’s law is wrong it 
learned to walk with out having feet. 
Funny it seems, but by keeping it’s dreams, 
it learned to breathe fresh air. 
Long live the rose that grew from concrete 
when no one else ever cared.

Written by Tupac Shakur (1971-1996)

Jada - Tupac Shakur


u r the omega of my heart 
the foundation of my conception of love 
when i think of what a black woman should be 
its u that i first think of


u will never fully understand 
how deeply my heart feels 4 u 
i worry that we’ll grow apart 
and i’ll end up losing u


u bring me 2 climax without sex 
and u do it all with regal grace 
u r my heart in human form 
a friend i could never replace

Written by Tupac Shakur (1971-1996)