Diary Of A Thug's Life

Diary of a Thug's Life

2008-04-02T02:08:00.000-07:00

This was an old blog made by me while i was experiencin g the site...
Please jus completely disregard it as there is nothing worth mentioning in there

Btw my posts are dated Day/Month/Year
and the time is in Daylight Savings time (1 hour ahead)

Poetic Thug

2007-04-08T19:41:00.000-07:00

LISTENING TO THE LYRICS OF MY IDOL TUPAC SHAKUR

I LEARNED WHEN I FALL TO STAND TALL AND COME BACK 4 MORE

FORTUNE AND FAME DIDN'T COME QUICK TO HIM BUT HE KEPT TRYING AND WAITED

KNOWING THAT IF IT DIDN'T COME HIS THUG LIFE STYLE AND COURAGE COULD

NEVER BE FADED

HE HAD MORE COURAGE, AMBITION, AND DESIRE THAN MOST

HE THREW UP "WESTSIDE", LOVED HIS DEATH ROW, AND DESPISED THE EAST COAST

IN '94 HE SHOWERED WITH BULLETS THAT NEARLY MARKED HIS DEATH

HE THEN CLAIMED TO BE A "BADBOY" KILLA UNTIL HIS LAST BREATH

DOWN WITH SUGE KNIGHT, SNOOP DOGG, AND THE POUND

HIS LYRICS AND STLYE TOUCHED THOSE WHOM ARE DOWN

LOOKING TO CLAIM THE LIVES OF BIGGY SMALLS AND MOBB DEEP

KNOWING THOSE TWO HAD NIGHTMARES OF PAC AT NIGHT IN THEIR SLEEP

HE TALKED ABOUT RISING FROM VIOLENCE BUT LOVING YOUR HOOD

TO THOSE LESS FORTUNATE HIS WORDS WERE TOUCHING, BUT YET UNDERSTOOD

SOCIETY LABELED HIM AS EVIL, VIOLENT, AND VILLIAN

BUT HIS WORDS PRAISED ALL COLORS AND SHOWED LOVE FOR WOMEN AND CHILDREN

BIGGY SMALLS TRIED TO CLAIM 2 PAC'S LAST BREATH

BUT IN MARCH OF '97 BIGGY MET HIS OWN TRAGIC DEATH

THE SO CALLED DEATH OF TUPAC, ALSO KNOWN AS MAKAVELLI, LEFT THE RAP

INDUSTRY AND THE WORLD AT HAULT, NOT KNOWING IF WHAT HAPPENED WAS HIS OWN OR SOCIETIES FAULT

PAC DEAD OR ALIVE, IF YOU OUT THERE SOME WHERE

YOUR LYRICS LIVE ON, YOUR STYLE IS MISSED, AND MANY STILL CARE

At the Age of 25

2007-04-08T19:36:00.000-07:00

I still remember that day... Fall was well on its way.

It began in an ordinary way no different than today.

I popped in a CD and let it play.

I listened to what you had to say.

I slumped back in my couch, resting in a slouch.

I absorbed as much as I could and fell into your groove.

Time progressed and before long nightfall was coming along.

I could barely see the light

But it was holding on with all of it's might.

My session was complete,

a sample of your inspiration was a treat.

As my stereo fell silent and my crystal ball came to life.

That is how it all began, too much for me to understand.

An idol to me how could this be?

At the age of 25, caught in the middle of genocide.

At the age of 25, I assumed it was a homicide.

At the age of 25, I too can see through your eyes.

At the age of 25, yes, you should still be alive.

The streets we shared gave me sight.

You were the one who powered the light.

A stranger to me... a stranger to you...

All my dreams faded away on this day.

When you were robbed in a violent way.

Only one had the authority to say it was your day.

God didn't want you that way!

Like a thief in the night you were taken away.

Whose choice was it to say?

I now see the irony of Poetic Justice.

On that night you really touched us.

From then on, in that too, I believed.

Your visions and your talents were easy to see.

You were a hero to many, even me.

So... when I heard the news.

It gave me the blues.

I didn't want it to be true.

Because I knew there was nothing I could do.

So... I bowed my head to pray for you.

I asked GOD to guide and protect you through your journey.

And to comfort your family with an embrace.

And to keep them all safe and warm well after the storm.

Your legacy will live on in our hearts, where you

have become a vital part.

In loving memory of Tupac Amaru Shakur.

May you forever rest in peace

A Poem About Tupac

2007-04-08T19:33:00.000-07:00

Only God Can Judge 2pac...

Black man, Black boy, Prince, Thug,Revolutionary, Symbol.

They only see your

tattoos, jewelry, and body language.

They only

hear your vulgar words, defiant messages, and

your unavoidable controversy.

They see your life

as a threat, they comment chickens came home

to roost

They blame you for violence in

America, they pour disgust on you and point the

finger at you for problems in our families.

Black man, Black boy, Prince, Thug,Revolutionary, Symbol.

We see you as the dark

truth they are scared to accept.

We see you as the

voice we sometimes could not find.

We see you

as a young Malcolm X.

Alcohol, drugs, women

and prison consumed you, as it did Brother

Malcolm. Yet those that knew you, knew you

were on the way out, you had seen the light and

moved toward it. We felt your pain, so similar to

ours. We felt your frustration, so similar to ours.We felt your anger, so similar to ours. You are an

unavoidable realness.

To Generation X, as they

describe it, you are a 1996 Elvis, John Lennon,Jimi Hendricks, Sammy Davis, Ella Fitzgerald.

Those that don't know, may never know. Those

that do know, truly know that... Only God Can

Judge You!

Can You See the Pride In the Panther

2007-04-05T02:08:00.000-07:00

Can You See the Pride In the Panther

As he grows in splendor and grace

Topling obstacles placed in the way,

of the progression of his race.

Can You See the Pride In the Panther

as she nurtures her young all alone

The seed must grow regardless

of the fact that it is planted in stone.

Can You See the Pride In the Panthers

as they unify as one.

The flower blooms with brilliance,

and outshines the rays of the sun.

In The Depths of Solitude

2007-04-05T02:02:00.000-07:00

A young heart with an old soul

How can there be peace?

How can I be in the depths of solitude

When there are two inside of me?

This duo in me causes the perfect opportunity

To learn and live twice as fast

As those who accept simplicity...

Ambition over Adversity

2007-04-05T01:58:00.000-07:00

Take ones adversity

Learn from their misfortune

Learn from their pain

Believe in something

Believe in yourself

Turn adversity into ambition

Now blossom into wealth

A young heart with an old soul

2007-04-05T01:57:00.000-07:00

How can there be peace?

How can I be in the depths of solitude

When there are two inside of me?

This duo in me causes the perfect opportunity

To learn and live twice as fast

As those who accept simplicity...

Fallen Star

2007-04-05T01:47:00.000-07:00

They could never understand

what u set out 2 do

instead they chose 2

ridicule u

when u got weak

they loved the sight

of your dimming

and flickering starlight

How could they understand what was so intricate

2 be loved by so many, so intimate

they wanted 2 c your lifeless corpse

this way u could not alter the course

of ignorance that they have set

2 make my people forget

what they have done for much 2 long

2 just forget and carry on

I had loved u forever because of who u r

and now I mourn our fallen star

And Tomorrow

2007-04-05T01:45:00.000-07:00

Today is filled with anger, fueled with hidden hate.

Scared of being outkast, afraid of common fate.

Today is build on tragedies which no one want's to face.

Nightmares to humanity and morally disgraced.

Tonight is filled with Rage, violence in the air.

Children bred with ruthlessness cause no one at home cares.

Tonight I lay my head down but the pressure never stops,

knowing that my sanity content when I'm droped.

But tomorrow I see change, a chance to build a new,

build on spirit intent of heart and ideas based on truth.

Tomorrow I wake with second wind and strong because of pride.

I know I fought with all my heart to keep the dream alive.

The Rose That Grew From Concrete

2007-04-05T01:39:00.000-07:00

Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete?

Proving nature's law is wrong it learned to walk with out having feet.

Funny it seems, but by keeping it's dreams, it learned to breathe fresh air.

Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else ever cared.

I Cry

2007-04-05T01:35:00.000-07:00

Sometimes when I'm alone

I Cry,

Cause I am on my own.

The tears I cry are bitter and warm.

They flow with life but take no form

I Cry because my heart is torn.

I find it difficult to carry on.

If I had an ear to confiding,

I would cry among my treasured friend,

but who do you know that stops that long,

to help another carry on.

The world moves fast and it would rather pass by.

Then to stop and see what makes one cry,

so painful and sad.

And sometimes...

I Cry

and no one cares about why.

In The Event Of My Demise

2007-04-05T01:32:00.000-07:00

In the event of my Demise

when my heart can beat no more

I Hope I Die For A Principle

or A Belief that I had Lived 4

I will die Before My Time

Because I feel the shadow's Depth

so much I wanted 2 accomplish

before I reached my Death

I have come 2 grips with the possibility

and wiped the last tear from My eyes

I Loved All who were Positive

In the event of my Demise