Tupac: Resurrection Page #13

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At 4:
03 this afternoon,

Tupac Shakur was pronounced dead.

Who shot me?

Sh*t, I don't know.

Sorry.

My death, it's a tragedy

like Shakespeare, I guess.

But I have no bad feelings.

I have love for everybody.

Please welcome the mothers

of Biggie Smalls and Tupac Shakur,

Afeni Shakur and Voletta Wallace.

Coming to grips

with my past, it was hard.

I don't feel what I did was evil.

I feel like the way I was living

and my mentality was a part

of my progression to be a man.

But we grow. We all grow.

We're made to grow.

You either evolve,

or you disappear.

I don't want to be forgotten.

I'll always be a troublemaker

to some people.

But I still get love

from my community.

I owe them everything. That's why

I owe everything to the 'hood.

I've got love there.

I've got love from thugs

and the street dudes.

And that focuses me back

on what I should be doing,

lay out the real mat

on the world and how it is.

The message is,

young black males could do anything

if you just give us a shot,

stop trying to beat us down.

And to my homeboys, we need

to be in control of ourselves.

I'm not saying I'll change the world,

but I guarantee I'll spark

the brain that will change the world.

So keep your head up.

Do what you've gotta do.

And then inside of you,

I'll be reborn.

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