2pac Poem by Nathan Bubb

I dedicate this to the one I most admired
His poetry and life were to be desired
His short life he predicted
Some say it was self-inflicted.

Tupac Shakur was your grace
Distinctive name with a matching face
A mother who he loved more than life
A father who he hardly knew exist
His ups and downs full of strife
A Thugs Life he could not resist.

A hail of bullets was to be his fate
Showered upon him as they lay in wait
No one really knows who is to blame
But one thing I do know... that he did not die in vain!