Dear Pac,
I miss you.
Its not just you per se.
But just a dude, who like me, speaks straight from the hip.
A cat who has a spine, conviction and that "oooo we" language game.
A public cat w/ this kind of persona.
You would have been 36 last Saturday.
Its like, as I get older, I realize how much of a privilage it is
to a.) be around people who are shoot from the hip and speak from their
hearts b.) actually be AROUND PEOPLE that you can trust.
Speaking of trusting you.
I have always had trouble w/your rape case stance.
I know that prosecutors/lawyers go for the deepest pockets and the
biggest names.
However, you rationale that you couldn't say sh-t about your boys
assualting her, other wise n*ggas would thought that you were
treating her Like your gurl.
Thats THE easy out and you know it. You got sisters and a momma.
So I KNOW you KNOW BETTER.
Im a feminist Pac. I had to speak on it.
Can you believe that:
1. Nas and J are on the same team?
2. People believed the Bin Laden Iraq connection?
3. The Bay still ain't blew yet?
4. "They" still don't know who murked you?
5. Snoop gets so much Mainstream Middle America/Corporate Love?
Mr. Gin and Juice. Eh?
6. That Black people ain't rioting over Katrina?
7. That N*ggas are STILL CAKIN' off your death.
I could only imagine what you would have accomplished
had you survived.
More movies?
Hip Hop Theater?
More gun cases?
Married and procreated little beautiful youngins w/ Kidada?
Who knows?
What I do know is that your eyes and conviction are a lethal combination.
I look for those eyes and conviction in other people.
I look into my own eyes, and I actively cultivate my conviction.
At the end of the day.
What more can we ask for?
In serenity,
~m.dot.
