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 the LORD 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!