TUPAC POETRY: Poetry Books of Tupac Shakur

Tupac Shakur was an avid poetry writer and was a member of ''The Poetry Circle' in Santa Rosa, CA 1993. The writer's circle included Tupac's manager, Leila Steinberg, and former rap partner Ray Luv.

A 200+ page book, containing handwritten verses, has been published of his poetry. The book is called The Rose That Grew From Concrete, wich is also the name of a poem that Pac did.

I Cry by Tupac

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 Depths of Solitude by Tupac

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...

Can You See the Pride In the Panther by Tupac

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.

The Rose That Grew From Concrete

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.

A Young Heart With An Old Soul

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.

Liberty Needs Glasses

Excuse me but lady liberty needs glasses and so does mrs justice by her side both the broads r blind as bats stumbling thru the system justice bumbed into Mutulu and trippin on Geronimo Pratt but stepped right over Oliver and his crooked partner Ronnie justice stubbed her big toe on mandela and liberty was misquoted by the indians slavery was a learning phase forgotten with out a verdict while justice is on a rampage 4 endangered surviving black males i mean really if anyone really valued life and cared about the masses theyd take em both 2 pen optical and get 2 pair of glasses.

Jada

u r the omega of my heart the foundation of my conception of love when i think of what a black woman should be its u that i first think of u will never fully understand how deeply my heart feels 4 u i worry that we'll grow apart and i'll end up losing u u bring me 2 climax without sex and u do it all with regal grace u r my heart in human form a friend i could never replace.

In The Depths Of Solitude I exist in the depths of solitude pondering my true goal trying 2 find peace of mind and still preserve my soul constantly yearning 2 be accepted and from all receive respect never comprising but sometimes risky and that is my only regret a young heart with an old soul how can there be peace how can i be in the depths of solitude when there r 2 inside of me this duo within me causes the perfect oppurtunity 2 learn and live twice as fast as those who accept simplicity.

When Ure Hero Falls

When your hero falls from grace all fairy tales r uncovered myths exposed and pain magnified the greatest pain discovered u taught me 2 be strong but im confused 2 c u so weak u said never 2 give up and it hurts 2 c u welcome defeat when ure hero falls so do the stars and so does the perception of tomorrow without my hero there is only me alone 2 deal with my sorrow your heart ceases 2 work and your soul is not happy at all what r u expected 2 do when ure only hero falls.

And Tomorrow by Tupac

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.

In The Event Of My Demise

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.

Ambition over Adversity by Tupac

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

Fallen Star by Tupac

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

A young heart with an old soul by Tupac

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...

Father

Father forgive us for living Why are all my homies stuck in prison? Barely breathing, believing that this world is a prison It's like a ghetto we can never leave A broken rose giving bloom through the cracks of the concrete So many things for us to see Things to be Our history so full of tragedy and misery To all the homies who never made it home The dead peers i shed tattoed tears for when I'm alone Picture us inside a ghetto heaven A place to rest finding peace through this land of stress In my chest I feel pain come in sudden storms A life full of rain in this game watch for land thorns Our unborn never got to grow, never got to see what's next In this world filled with countless threats I beg God to find a way for our ghetto kids to breath Show a sign make us all believe!

I've Seen Your Soul Before

There are things we cant explain So we usually tend to ignore The unpleasant side to the human race Like poverty and war Its deja vu when i cry When i see you i realize it even more I know your heart like i know mine Because ive seen your soul before I recognize your tear drops And the clouds inside your head I related to your sorrow And every word you said The creator to so many things We never realize what for Now i know why i met you Because ive seen your soul before The space between your heart and your mind Is sometimes called the soul The personification to you morals And your emotional control Stronger than the human spirit The human soul you cant ignore Faster than you thoughts Because ive seen your soul before.

As an interesting sidenote, the University of Berkeley offers a course examining the poetry of Tupac Shakur. The pass/fail class is taken by approximately 100 students each semester.

A Poem about Tupac by J. Hilton:

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,