#Nowadays i have some photos of her with an evil smirk that are way better than this one

[cutielatias]

+ (evil smirk) woman version

[ophiniaonistecua]

((wowa))

Liz shook her head. The sight of them just reminded her of the less flattering things that used to be said in her older company. The blend of tight bodysuits and supplement tabbards, tunics and kimonos felt hilariously out of date and just inspired a sense of disconnect. It worked with T-Rex, since he had enough bulk to make it talk, but on a set of smaller dinosaurs it just looked like a punchline.

Made it seem like someone took the name too seriously.

Something she, for a fact, wasn’t true. Only after a few good laughs did she remember this team was mostly fresh blood, in a low problem area. The kind that apparently could afford this. 

One could’ve easily assumed she misjudged a set of costumed visitors for the permanent residents, were it not that she had a sharp wit and still remembered the terribly overdone photos hanging from the fridge a floor below her.

“Cut my tail off, T-Rex, it’s like you’re running a daycare.” She snickered, elbow on the railing as she peered down at them. Memories of watching up at people on catwalks dawned to her mind, and it was indeed nicer on the other end of it.

“At least I didn’t need a daycare to bail me out of jail!” The furious, bright orange one cried out. The name might’ve been an indication, as such a slick and swift turnaround confused Liz to no end. 

“Y’ouch.” Liz smirked and shook her head. ‘Credit where credit is due’ her thoughts echoed.

“I’d be interested in meeting the man who has to run a daycare and attends parole hearings.” T-Rex waved his hand, urging the smirking lady to descend from her elevated position. The small smile on his cheek approved that she’d stopped wearing her previous, somewhat less intelligent, attire.

“So, Terry and Lilly?” The yellow scaled lady asked, sliding down the spiral staircase in a posh display of balance.

“Lucy.” The firm, dark orange figure corrected. Well, dark orange doesn’t quite tell the story. It was brown, reddish. A strong, firm color not expected on someone who carried themselves with such lithe elegance.

“You wanna know ironic.” The bright one said, a finger raised. “Apparently, despite everyone telling me ‘your parents must’ve thought real hard on that’... I am, within quite the bit of certainty, the only pterodactyl named that way.” 

Liz grimaced. Either his tongue crossed the barrier of time to sow sharp remarks, or Ockham’s razor just flew across the room. “Well I know a Terry. Terry the Terror. Throws anything smaller than a van out the window.”

“Miss Liz.” A heavy hand paralyzed her. T-Rex didn’t skimp out on any muscle, even his fingers. “I’ll be checking out your little sheet, provided it’s all done? I assume that, since this isn’t a daycare, you three can say hello without needing me to do the introductions?” 

He didn’t wait for an answer. Soon, his heavy footfalls went up the stairs.

“So, Liz? Wasn’t it Elizabeth?”

“Just Liz.” Her sharp eyes replied.

"Gotcha.” He moved his lips around as they pressed together. “So what did you do before this?”

“Sit in a cell, attend seminars on how great it is not to be a criminal and see a psychiatrist who demeans me by claiming I’m not in control of myself. What about you?”

“Hm.” The male remained silent and rubbed his neck. “I guess I got bored of, you know. Some people just feel like getting out there.”

“As for me...” The sturdy female continued right after the pterodactyl finished. “I just thought I’d try and give back!” 

Liz waited for Lilly to provide a more extensive motivation. After some time, it became clear that was all she wrote. As someone with field experience, Liz was annoyed at the innocence and ignorance of these greenfooted chumps.

She adjusted slightly against the stairway railing, watching the other two as they unpacked the final few groceries and shared a candy bar. Right down the middle, with no space to spare. 

“I know you’re not interested in sharing with me, but doesn’t old T-Rex deserve a bite?” Her eyebrow scooted up as she posed her problem.

“Him? Nah, he’s alright. Besides that, I figured you were too cool for candy.” Terry replied, looking almost embarrassed he hadn’t considered it himself.

“There’s a reason stealing candy from a baby is the phrase.”

“Really?” The bulky stegosaurus bite off another chunk, and spoke with her mouth full. “I thought it was because.” She swallowed quickly, with expedience usually reserved for nutrient bars. “Babies didn’t have anything else to steal.”

“A wise observation, Lucy.” T-Rex walked back down. It was hard to hear him move around. Despite his size, he was silent as a mouse with every step. Just not as invisible as a mouse, being both large, green and not exactly dressed like a ninja. 

He eyed a clipboard he held, containing the sheets Liz had filled in prior, and took care not to flash the information around the room. “Admittedly, most babies don’t eat gourmet candy either. I always felt like the saying fit better as an indictment of someone’s evil pursuits than an acknowledgement of the ease of a heist. What criminal steals something they don’t even want?” 

“Oh wow.” Liz delivered a most acidic sarcasm. 

“Wow indeed, miss Liz. Now, while I wave this through. I think the three of you would do well to go around, see some shops, buy some wallpaper or what have you. It’d be good for you to see the neighbour hood and spend some of your decorating funds.”

“So about that.” The lady interrupted. “Why exactly am I given an advance? Don’t most people here have parents, or family fortunes?”

“Part of the funding to take you on. Don’t think you’re only here out of the kindness of your heart. Humans pay fat stacks to see rehab going gold nowadays.” 

Liz was quiet and frowned. His statements were off the mark. Unusual. The kind of political kung fu she heard from propaganda mouthpieces and sympathizers. And, most fittingly, Gen 0 folk that lived through the first rebellion. He sounded quite old for his looks. But Liz knew that politics and back-watching makes people old faster than usual. 

After all, her old lieutenant was 60 by the time he got to enjoy his lunch, or so the joke went.

“Just have some fun. What about you guys? On board with a quiet patrol n’ shop?” 

T-Rex smiled quite wide, and Lilly and Terry were on board. Terry not as visibly, trying to appear stoic, reflecting off the mood Liz projected into the room. Liz, of course, was already busy taking inventory on the fridge. To her, having the right foods in was important, and she knew that she’d be outside soon anything. 

If only to get that nasty smell of stale psychiatry air out of her nostrils. 

[middleeasternpromises]

The Hate U Give - A Study in Tupac Shakur - Book Analysis

I wrote this analysis/review as spoiler free as possible but it does contain excerpts from the novel and discusses the book at length. Reading this review will inevitably spoil minor details but purposely tries to avoid any big reveals.

I just finished The Hate U Give, which isn’t my usual fair,  young adult. After reading reviews the premise caught me: a young black woman is with her friend when he’s tragically fatally shot by a trigger happy police officer. From there, it follows Starr Carter’s life between the family dynamics of her father, mother, older half brother, Seven, and younger brother, Sekani. 

The novel is set in unnamed city other than Starr’s neighborhood of Garden Heights, set in present day.  Other than the “every town” setting, it’s meant to exist in our world, where 2pac existed and current rappers Drake, J.Cole, Kendrick Lamar and various other celebrities reside. That said, real events are mostly non-addressed except in closing and I’d argue for the better.

Only in the closing passages does Starr mention real police shootings, letting the reader explore the parallels without drawing any connection one particular event.

“It would be easy to quit if it was just about me, Khalil, that night, and that cop. It’s about way more than that though. It’s about Seven. Sekani. Kenya. DeVante. It’s also about Oscar. Aiyana. Trayvon. Rekia. Michael. Eric. Tamir. John. Ezell. Sandra. Freddie. Alton. Philando. It’s even about that little boy in 1955 who nobody recognized at first—Emmett.”

I didn’t know going into this this book was that it draws heavily off Tupac Shakur, to the point of what I’d dub “Tupacian”. Tupac casts a large shadow over the entire book. Despite how obvious it seems to me, I haven’t read any reviews connecting this story directly to Tupac  so here’s my argument as to how deeply connected the book is to Tupac Shakur.

I’ll fully admit some of the points I’ll make are likely happenstance and/or simply reflective of the realities of racism in America. The phrase “the black experience” exists for a pretty clear reason, the white majority of Americans do not experience America the same as African Americans. Simply by writing a book that deals with racism will overlap with thematic issues covered by Tupac and by an even greater extent, hip hop at large.

That said, whether by conscience choice or simply happenstance, They Hate you Give is a hip hop novel where Tupac Shakur’s work is at the core of the tale, and is deeply entrenched with hip hop references and Tupacian thematic archetypes.

While the archetypes aren’t inherently limited to Tupac or even hip hop, but when stacked together, I believe that The Hate U Give affirms a deep study of Tupac and is much a homage to the better aspects of Tupac. 

I’m also convinced that The Hate U Give also will be a better 2pac movie than the biopic  after seeing the trailers for All Eyez On Me but that’s another rant aside. 

Tupac used as narrative device:

At several key points of the book,  2pac’s works are used to both foreshadow and create exposition:

“Mind your business, Starr! Don’t worry ’bout me. I’m doing what I gotta do.” “Bullshit. You know my dad would help you out.” He wipes his nose before his lie. “I don’t need help from nobody, okay? And that li’l minimum-wage job your pops gave me didn’t make nothing happen. I got tired of choosing between lights and food.” “I thought your grandma was working.” “She was. When she got sick, them clowns at the hospital claimed they’d work with her. Two months later, she wasn’t pulling her load on the job, ’cause when you’re going through chemo, you can’t pull big-ass garbage bins around. They fired her.” He shakes his head. “Funny, huh? The hospital fired her ’cause she was sick.” It’s silent in the Impala except for Tupac asking who do you believe in? I don’t know. My phone vibrates again, probably either Chris asking for forgiveness or Kenya asking for backup against Denasia”

Tupac’s song “Who Do You Believe in?” is a paranoid exploration about psychological toll of urban decay and death. 

So I'm askin', before I lay me down to sleep Before you judge me Look at all the shit you did to me; my misery

- 2pac, Who Do You Believe in

At the beginning of chapter ten, Starr decides to join her dad on errands for his story. During the trip, 2pac’s song, “Keep Your Head Up” is used as exposition again and mild foreshadowing as Starr struggles with her friend’s death. 

“I’m always down to hang out with him. We roll through the streets, Tupac blasting through the subwoofers. He’s rapping about keeping your head up, and Daddy glances at me as he raps along, like he’s telling me the same thing Tupac is. “I know you’re fed up, baby”—he nudges my chin—“but keep your head up.” He sings with the chorus about how things will get easier, and I don’t know if I wanna cry ’cause that’s really speaking to me right now, or crack up ’cause Daddy’s singing is so horrible. Daddy says, “That was a deep dude right there. Real deep. They don’t make rappers like that no more.” “You’re showing your age, Daddy.” “Whatever. It’s the truth. Rappers nowadays only care ’bout money, hoes, and clothes.” “Showing your age,” I whisper. “’Pac rapped ’bout that stuff too, yeah, but he also cared ’bout uplifting black people,” says Daddy. “Like he took the word ‘nigga’ and gave it a whole new meaning—Never Ignorant Getting Goals Accomplished. And he said Thug Life meant—” “The Hate U Give Little Infants F---s Everybody,” I censor myself. This is my daddy I’m talking to, you know? “You know ’bout that?” “Yeah. Khalil told me what he thought it means. We were listening to Tupac right before . . . you know.” “A’ight, so what do you think it means?” “You don’t know?” I ask. “I know. I wanna hear what you think.” Here he goes. Picking my brain. “Khalil said it’s about what society feeds us as youth and how it comes back and bites them later,” I say. “I think it’s about more than youth though. I think it’s about us, period.” “Us who?” he asks. “Black people, minorities, poor people. Everybody at the bottom in society.” “The oppressed,” says Daddy. “Yeah. We’re the ones who get the short end of the stick, but we’re the ones they fear the most. That’s why the government targeted the Black Panthers, right? Because they were scared of the Panthers?”

“Uh-huh,” Daddy says. “The Panthers educated and empowered the people. That tactic of empowering the oppressed goes even further back than the Panthers though. Name one.” Is he serious? He always makes me think. This one takes me a second. “The slave rebellion of 1831,” I say. “Nat Turner empowered and educated other slaves, and it led to one of the biggest slave revolts in history.”

Again, we have the content of Tupac’s song reflected in the story. Below is the hook, literally as her dad is comforting his daughter by trying to normalize her life after the shooting. In his own way, he’s also placing the pivotal title, THUG on the book.

Keep ya head up, ooh, child Things are gonna get easier Keep ya head up, ooh, child Things'll get brighter Keep ya head up, ooh, child Things are gonna get easier Keep ya head up, ooh, child Things'll get brighter

- 2pac, Keep Your Head Up

When Seven is driving with Chris, Kenya, DeVante, and Starr, after the pivotal moment where DeVante is rescued from an already dangerous situation, Seven realizes his mother helped Chris, Kenya and Starr rescue DeVante. Seven wants to go back to try and get her out of the situation, but Starr sees the futile logic, and tries to reason with Seven not to go back.

2pac’s Changes plays when Seven ultimately is convinced to u-turn and not to go back to King’s house and the choice inevitably leads the group to the protests at the end of chapter 24.

“A Tupac song on the radio makes up for our silence. He raps about how we gotta start making changes. Khalil was right. ’Pac’s still relevant.

“All right,” Seven says, and he makes another U-turn. “All right.”

2pac’s Changes is to-date, 2pac’s highest chart topping song, originally released as a B-Side on Brenda’s Got A Baby but re-release on his greatest hits, remixed and remastered to its catchier version that most listeners know today. Changes centrally covers police brutality, racism, the rise of black incarceration, drug dealing, and gang violence, ultimately with 2pac asking listeners to make changes, while over an interpolation of "The Way It Is" by Bruce Hornsby and the Range.  The entire song feels as urgent a quarter century later as it did in 1992 and could be quoted in its entirety.

I see no changes. All I see is racist faces. Misplaced hate makes disgrace to races we under. I wonder what it takes to make this one better place... let's erase the wasted. Take the evil out the people, they'll be acting right. 'Cause both black and white are smokin' crack tonight. And only time we chill is when we kill each other. It takes skill to be real, time to heal each other. And although it seems heaven sent, we ain't ready to see a black President, uhh. It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact... the penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks. But some things will never change. Try to show another way, but they stayin' in the dope game. Now tell me what's a mother to do? Bein' real don't appeal to the brother in you. You gotta operate the easy way. "I made a G today" But you made it in a sleazy way. Sellin' crack to the kids. "I gotta get paid," Well hey, well that's the way it is. 

2pac - Changes

I could spent paragraphs unpackingChanges, but its best simply listened to after reading the book.

Lastly, when Starr finally moves into up into her new room, Tupac is used to reflect on Khalil in the closing of the book.

“Momma leaves with the phone, and I turn onto my side. Tupac stares back at me from a poster, a smirk on his face. The Thug Life tattoo on his stomach looks bolder than the rest of the photo. It was the first thing I put in my new room. Kinda like bringing Khalil with me.

He said Thug Life stood for “The Hate U Give Little Infants Fucks Everybody.” We did all that stuff last night because we were pissed, and it fucked all of us. Now we have to somehow un-fuck everybody.”

References to 2pac

1) I’ll start with the most obvious. The Hate U Give, is “THUG”, such a direct reference to 2pac that not one but two characters explain the meaning of 2pac’s love of acrynomistic interpretations of words. Tupac was hardly the first rapper to lift acronyms, as the 5 Percent Nation slang infected hip hop in the late 80s and early 90s. For examples, see any rhyme that involves the phrase Arm Leg Leg Arm Head (Allah) orPete Rock and CL Smooth’s “They Reminisce Over You, T.R.O.Y.”  

Tupac once explained Thug Life as “The Hate U Give Little Infants Fucks Everybody”, an exposition of the black experience according to Shakur. Tupac doesn’t single out just whites or blacks or any other single sect of society but rather points out the normalization of racism hurts white people as well as black people and any other ethnic group. It’s a very progressive argument to be made by man in his early 20s back in the early 90s (lest not forget 2pac was another young black man gunned down at 25).

“Khalil drops the brush in the door and cranks up his stereo, blasting an old rap song Daddy has played a million times. I frown. “Why you always listening to that old stuff?” “Man, get outta here! Tupac was the truth.” “Yeah, twenty years ago.” “Nah, even now. Like, check this.” He points at me, which means he’s about to go into one of his Khalil philosophical moments. “’Pac said Thug Life stood for ‘The Hate U Give Little Infants Fucks Everybody.’” I raise my eyebrows. “What?” “Listen! The Hate U—the letter U—Give Little Infants Fucks Everybody. T-H-U-G L-I-F-E. Meaning what society give us as youth, it bites them in the ass when we wild out. Get it?” “Damn. Yeah.” “See? Told you he was relevant.” He nods to the beat and raps along. But now I’m wondering what he’s doing to “fuck everybody.” As much as I think I know, I hope I’m wrong. I need to hear it from him.”

2) The second most obvious 2pac reference is both Starr Amaru Carter shares the same middle name of Tupac Amaru Shakur. Also notable is the Starr’s last name is the same as Jay-Z, which also is referenced when Starr jokes about the wishful possibility of being an estranged relative relationship to Jay-Z. The spelling of Starr could be also  taken as homage to Black Star (Mos Def + Talib Kweli) or Gang Starr (Guru + DJ Premier).

Bonus: 

Both groups pay homage to fallen rappers, such as on Black Star’s most famous track “Definition” which features the chorus of:

“One, two, three, It's kind of dangerous to be an MC, They shot 2Pac and Biggie, Too much violence in hip-hop, Y-O” - BlackStar, Definitiona

In the case of Gang Starr, DJ Premier especially being responsible for exposing a wider audience to Big L, or songs like on their classic album Moment of Truth on the song “In Memory Of...” which calls out a large cast of fallen hip hop pioneers including ‘Pac and Biggie.

Also notable, Mos Def performed Panther Pride as spoken word by 2pac on the tribute album, The Rose That Grew From the Concrete, further deepening the Tupac connection to Black Star.

These are loose tangential connections to Tupac. Even Sean Carter (Jay-Z) was called out as the ring leader of East Coast rappers looking to tarnish 2pac’s namesake on Tupac’s Makalevi album, The Seven Day Theory.

In a more literary sense, Starr literally is the star of the book, akin to over-the-top literary naming conventions like Hiro Protagonist in Neil Stephenson’s classic, “Snow Crash”.

3) King is a Suge Knight-esq character even described as a physically imposing 300 pound bearded bald man, standing just above 6 feet and always carrying a cigar. Knight’s kingpin image as a villain has become the standard bearer of the evil gang affiliated record exec and the archetype of the hip hop villain, (see Def Jam’s Vendetta/Fight For NY character,  D-Mob, or Lucious from Empire) . 

King isn’t a studio exec nor does he manage musicians in the The Hate U Give, but his demeanor is a distilled version of Knight. 

Bonus:

A laundry list misdeeds have been attributed to Knight and his cronies. Many fans of 2pac believe that Suge Knight orchestrated the hit on 2pac in Las Vegas. Lead Investigator of the Christopher Wallace murder, Russel Poole, believes that Suge Knight was behind the murder of the Notorious Big.  

4) Colors play a part in the gang culture, grey and green are substituted for the real life crips and blood affiliations, a throwback to colors and gang life of the early 90s. Tupac often referenced M.O.B., Money Over Bitches but for those who knew Suge,  M.O.B. was a menacing endorsement of the Mob Piru Bloods. The divisions of even the same gangs by regionality like the divisions of Bloods are reflected as King Lords has divisions within the same gang, akin to the world that Tupac lived in. Notably the reality of gang life isn’t unique to only 2pac but the the dedication to gang colors was originally a west coast phenomenon but spread.

NYC underground legend, OC (of the D.I.T.C.)’s Memory Lane  illustrates the division of New York vs Los Angeles in the 80s.

I recall one of my cousins goin out to California Comin’ back tellin us niggas dyin over colors He told me 'bout, khaki wearin, jheri curl brothers Doin’ drivebys in cars with machine guns bustin’ I found it farfetched, thinkin his story is stretched Findin’ out later on about the West coast sets Let me fast-forward the story and tell ya how it ends They moved to start a new life for his life to end Come to find out later on he was Blood inducted From the same set he claimed was the Blood who bucked him - OC, Memory Lane*

The link has the track label mislabeled.

5) Seven’s name toys with the numerological side of hip hop.

I rarely-to-never put credence into numerology or anagrams as both are logical fallacies as it flirts with enthymemes and is an exercise in confirmation bias. 

Most of the post-humorous “2pac is alive” theories had to do with seriously large jumps like “Makaveli = Mak alive”. I could easily connect the number to 2pac.

Example:  Seven isn’t exactly limited to any one sect of western society due to its prevalence as a “lucky” number but 2pac’s Makaveli - The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory, has seven in the title. Seven also happens (more coincidence than anything) to be the number of official 2pac’s post humorous albums.

While many theories circulate around the meaning of the Makaveli album’s title, quite literally the album was recorded a single week, hence the “Seven Day Theory.” In the context of a Tupanian world and as someone familiar with the importance of numerology among 2pac fans, I’d argue that simply using a number (any low digit number) would allow fans to make tangential claims about said number. This logical fallacy is known as “Attempts by gamblers to see patterns in random chance”, where coincidence is chalked up to some convoluted pattern, that often requires significant hurdles to arrive at.

While I’d wager that Seven’s name isn’t a direct reference to 2pac, I can see Angie Thomas toying with the reader, looking to make numerological connections to any (bad pun) number of things as numerology factored quite a bit into post-humorous Tupac conspiracies.

6) Big Mav, aka Maverick, Starr’s father, is constantly tending roses in his garden (and talking to them) despite being a fairly traditionally masculine character. The affinity with roses is shared with 2pac. 2pac’s autobiographical poem is “The Rose That Grew From the Concrete” which also is the name of his collected publication of his poetry.  “Mama's Just A Little Girl” and” I Ain't Mad at Cha” both feature the iconography of roses pertaining as a metaphor for raising children in the urban ghettos.  Big Mav struggle to raise roses in his urban environment is an allegory for his own careful attention to Starr (and all his children). Roses to my knowledge, are the only flower ever mentioned by variety in any 2pac song.

7) Khalil is potentially named after the actor that played in Juice, one of Tupac’s best friends, Raheem. Raheem is shot dead by Tupac’s character. While there isn’t a greater metaphor here, Tupac’s portrayal of Bishop, the antagonist in the film is widely regarded as Tupac’s defining film role, and a center of Tupacian lore as its his first film role. As the story goes, he landed it on an impromptu reading while hanging out with Treach of Naughty By Nature.

Also, police violence towards young black men is central to the Tupacian universe. This shouldn’t come as any surprise as Tupac confronted the reality of  growing up as black male from a very early age.

Cops give a damn about a negro Pull the trigger, kill a nigga, he's a hero Mo' nigga, mo' nigga, mo' niggas Rather I'd be dead than a po' nigga Let the Lord judge the criminals If I die, I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto

- 2pac, I Wonder if Head Got a Ghetto

8) ) Golden Era references are aplomb in this book. For those unfamiliar, the Golden Era is usually cited as roughly between 1987-1995, marking the rapid rise of hip hop in public conscience era and of the most rapid evolution of hip hop in both lyricism, and production. While the exact years are often debated,  the golden era is never extended beyond the deaths of 2pac and Biggie in 1996.  The throwback references are largely to cultural references that existed when 2pac was alive. The obsession with Jordans is a 90s sneaker head theme. Shoe fetishism has been deeply entrenched with hip hop, especially in the indie rap scene as of today. This could easily be a book worth, but Jordan represents the shift from Adidas to Nike, which happened during the Golden Era.. While Tupac wasn’t explicitly a sneaker head, fans and publications have noted Tupac wearing Jordans.

More indicative of the throwback references, are with Starr and Chris’s obsession of Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, Jordans, and references to NWA and the movie Friday. Notably, Fresh Prince of Bel-Air is set in the in LA, NWA is from LA, and Friday is a movie set in LA. 2pac is most closely associated with Los Angeles despite being from NYC and also residing in Oakland.

DeVante is named after DeVante Swing, directly referenced to 90s RnB group, Jodaci, DeVante Swing even produced a song for Tupac, although not really affiliated. For a bit of unrelated trivia, Jodaci is where Sean “Puffy” Combs got his start in the music business as his first major act to break. Puff Daddy (as he was known) is a central figure in 2pac’s beef with the Biggie.

Lastly, even the phrase” Westside is the best side” uttered in the book, and is a throwback reference to the West vs East hip hop beef, prominently between Tupac and Biggie and whoever else Tupac threw under the bus in diss records (Nas, Jay-Z, Mobb Deep and even The Fugees).

9) Starr’s childhood friend, Natasha, died of gang violence. Tupac often recorded odes to fallen friends, most notably Kato who died of gang violence who’s referenced in lyrics on “How Long With they Mourn Me”, “So Many Tears”, “Ready For Whatever, “Only Fear of Death”, “Where do we go from here”, “Ballad of a Dead Soulja”, “Life Goes On” and “White Man’z World”. While the repercussions of gang violence is hardly new territory for hip hop, it follows the Tupacian thematic tone. This may be grasping at straws Natasha’s death reads quite a bit like Tupac’s description of  Latasha mentioned in “Hellrazor”.

Dear Lord if ya hear me, tell me why Little girl like LaTasha, had to die She never got to see the bullet, just heard the shot Her little body couldn't take it, it shook and dropped And when I saw it on the news how she bucked the girl, killed Latasha Now I'm screamin fuck the world,

-2pac, Hellrazor

Notably, The real LaTasha Harlins was shot when a store manager assumed LaTasha was stealing liquor and a conflict arose where Latasha was shot, in the back of the head, attempting to leave.

10) The reactions to the police verdict result in a full blown riot resembling the the LA riots in depth and scope. This is as much about today as it is thematically 2pac. Tupac several times references rioting, (as the LA riots happened in April 29, 1992 -  May 4, 1992.

First you didn't give a fuck, but you're learnin now If you don't respect the town then we'll burn you down God damn it's a motherfuckin riot Black people only hate police so don't try it If you're not from the town then don't pass through Cause some O.G. fools might blast you

- 2pac, I Wonder if Head Got a Ghetto

I must reiterate that this alone isn’t inherently Tupacian as the LA Riots have had a long standing hold the public conscience, and any riots resulting from unfavorable outcomes circulating police brutality automatically welcome a comparison to the LA Riots.

While I’m sure there’s other relationships other readers can make connections to 2pac, these were the most easily recognized for me.

Recommended listening from 2pac:

Changes

HellRazor

Me Against The World

I Wonder if Heaven Got A Ghetto*

Trapped

Holler if You Hear Me

Brenda’s Got A Baby

Keep Your Head Up

Until the End of Time (RP Remix)

My Block

Do For Love

*I Wonder If Heaven Got A Ghetto borrows several lines from Changes (or vice versa) as Changes was originally a B-Side that was never released on an album. The remix I Wonder If Heaven Got A Ghetto I personally like