I could go into some tirade about my personal thoughts here in regards to Tupac Shakur's musical significance, write up a sentimental tribute, or throw out your typical bland life synopsis, but the aforementioned are so strung out at this point that it's not worth touching on. Fifteen years after his tragic death, attaching such compliments to the life of Tupac Shakur is pointless, as all implications of his greatness follow along in unison without needing mention.
The point here is to throw out the yearly salute that we all receive in one way or another, a momentary celebration of the day of birth, and appreciation that you are, or in Tupac's case, were alive alongside us in the flesh. Were it not for his cold-cased murder on September 13, 1996, Tupac Amaru Shakur would have turned 40-years-old today, something we all would have liked to see, especially people gravitating around my age of 23, though most circumstances in life lack such realities. Harping on fairytales, despite the luster surrounding the act, really does nothing.
The most I can personally say is this: Tupac, I was too young to acknowledge your life while you were alive, and, tragic as it is, only came to appreciate you once I learned of your existence years after the fact of your murder. I'm still listening alongside everyone else, and though it's a fact of experience that I can never know what the day when 2Pacalypse Nowor All Eyez On Me released felt like, can never know what it feels like to live in that history, can never truthfully claim to know the magnitude of your death without having known its quake upon the initial report in 1996, I'm appreciative, and am thankful for everything you've left behind much as I can be.
Happy birthday to Pac, throw up your thoughts.
The most I can personally say is this: Tupac, I was too young to acknowledge your life while you were alive, and, tragic as it is, only came to appreciate you once I learned of your existence years after the fact of your murder. I'm still listening alongside everyone else, and though it's a fact of experience that I can never know what the day when 2Pacalypse Nowor All Eyez On Me released felt like, can never know what it feels like to live in that history, can never truthfully claim to know the magnitude of your death without having known its quake upon the initial report in 1996, I'm appreciative, and am thankful for everything you've left behind much as I can be.
Happy birthday to Pac, throw up your thoughts.
