The Rose That Grew From the Concrete

by Tupac Shakur

Such a brilliant poem.

You see, this is some good work, right here. It's sad he had to die, actually. Well, if he's dead. (Theory shows) He actually inspired me to start doing poetry, and rapping, ect. He's amazing. I wish I could have got an autograph, or something.

He is on an island sipping margaritas, making bank still. Autopsy photos are a sham, tattoos are ill placed, photos also represent false placement of traumas to his body. He still releases albums in which it is speculated that his mother Afeni is said to have progressively released over time. I think he is still alive and living in the lap of luxury somewhere.