Steven Elsner Poems
Tupac Shakur Tibute: Part One
They say he died in the summer of '96,
Nothing on him but a bag of endo, minus the stems and sticks.
Packed in a BMW coupe with Suge, after a Tyson fight,
Who knew that this would be his last livin' night?
Stomped out a b*tch-made nigga in the casino,
Escorted out, then headed down to Reno.
Posin' for photos, contemplation on his mug,
How much longer could he remain, America's favorite thug?
All eyes on him, even beyond the grave,
They say God likes a certain type of man in his army; the brave.
He saw Better Days, Starin' at the world through his rearview, ...
I love you!
You make me feel brand new
Even the simplest word said
Is enough to drive me out of my head
The smile you've given
Is enough to justify my livin'
You are the best
Far above the rest