Yesterday, September 13th, marked the 20th anniversary of the death of our most famous 'cub'...Tupac Amaru Shakur...sharing this piece i did for him some time back...will have more to say in retrospect in a little while...for now, here's 'lyrics without condoms' with a special shout out to newark based filmmaker and very unsung brother Hafiz Farid who did the 'Pac documentary, Thug Angel...
lyrics without
condoms
(for
the late tupac amaru shakur
and
hafiz farid*)
by
‘bro.zayid’
in
this poem
born
behind prison bars with battle scars
branding
u at birth with cointelpro bullseyes
well
beyond yr black skin
in
this poem
full
of deferred dreams
not
‘xploding on our enemies
or
in their eyes anymore
now
imploding
with
murderous selfhating headshots
in
this poem
daring
to make targets outta the enemy
refusing
to be another stationary target for the enemy
in
this poem
intense
as jonathan jackson seizing the time
or
a palestinian suicide bomber
bringing
their enemy the sweet dessert of justice
in
this poem
redeyed
with spliff smoke krack smoke and gun smoke
in
this poem
rawer
than lollipop lickin groupie sex
rippin
with lyrics without condoms
in
this poem
dehydrated
by jail time and petty crime
in
this poem
rabid
with downsouth and upsouth rotten racists
in
this poem
poppin
with hand claps and gun claps
in
this bulletriddled poem
shot
with fallen yg black stars
and
even with some shot back krooked ass kracka police
but
way mostly shot fallen yg black stars
in
this poem
screaming
with haunting yg ghosts
and
itching with leetching opportunists
in
this poem
seeking
light thru layers of bad deals double deals
and
the glaucoma growing in mutulu’s eyes
in
this middlefingered poem
tattooed
with defiance
seeking
identity seeking dignity
seeking
the beautifying grace and memory
of
diamond studded well sculpted scarified
afrikan
traditions
in
this poem
stirring
ballbusting hard to bring back around
a
harriet to assata-like underground…
in
this life and death prophetic poem
that
tells no lies and claims no easy victories
about
the unorganized unconscious
and
apathetic legions among us…
in
this martyred and bloodied poem
in
this exiled and imprisoned poem
in
this coup’d and blued and still payin dues poem
in
this battle tested and fatigued
yet
still standin tall and true poem
this
rejected neglected and despised poem
this
bass boomin loud ass poem
in
this afflicted once addicted anarchistic
clenched
black power fisted
goin
fuckin ballistic poem…
in
this poem
salty
with the tears of black mothers
burning
the face of this bitter earth
at
all the fresh graves of their dead yg sons
in
this poem
this
bloody salty angry nasty noisy poem
this
rippin redeyed rebellious poem
full
of pain and full of courage
full
of scars and full of vision…
in
this raw range-readied and armed poem
i
salute u
yg
warrior
u
mic macker
stage
talker
cuz
u was no fake ass shit talker
u
fearless fallen
giant
shooting
star
splattered
into
the whirlwind of infinity
u
are
forever
what
only many of the playaz
say
they
wannabe!...
*hafiz
farid, unsung filmmaker from newark,nj…did film on ‘pac called ‘thug angel’…
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