In Memory of

It's hard to believe, but today would have been the 37th birthday of Tupac Shakur. An inspiration in my life and many others even 12 years after this passing, I often wonder how America and the world would be different had Tupac not died so young. What I see when I imagine of this scenario, is a world still caught in the same struggles of war, racism, and slavery, but with much more resolve, much more passion to fight. That was Tupac, a self-described "rose that grew from the concrete," he embodied the one thing that can withstand and combat the machinery of our money driven world-- soul. He felt struggles deeply, hated wrongs passionately, and fought with everything and the only thing he had, his words. We lost those words, and hip hop lost its essence, social justice lost its most capable leader, and the earth lost a better day for its children. But on today, lets let his word be reborn, and remember we still need to fight for those better dayz.

Below are the most hopeful words I can think of: