Tupac’s death struck me hard. I remember it like it was yesterday. I was that youngster who was hip to Pac before long before “Thug Life” became his focus. I remember harrasin’ the staff at the local record store….just wonderin’ when the first single was gonna hit the shelf so that I could follow right behind it. When “Trapped” did finally drop in 1991, I got one of the first singles fresh outta the box…a cassette no doubt. I knew the brother had a lot to say. In fact, I was waitin’ on him to tell the world what I had been thinkin’…..cuz I knew he understood; and I wanted to hear it raw and uncut. Tupac’s voice boomed as he spoke about the trials of black people. For those of you that don’t remember…that’s how he came to us. He mentioned not a word about the west coast, other rappers, money, jewelry or any of that other lame ass shit cats have reduced Hip-Hop to. His frustration and anger stemmed from the condition of black people in America.

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