I PRAY BEFORE I GO TO SLEEP

Tupac Shakur was not angry, but the angered truth. He spun together street, pain, his blackness, his dreams, the hate and rage and violence about him, hate and rage and violence which molded him, jacked that into well-crafted musical hooks, contemporary values, a gangsta pose, and a cry for salvation.

Gone too soon, but his music — folk art for the ears and mind — continues to inspire, inform, illuminate.

The world needs blessing. So, too, those no longer with us.

“God bless the dead

God bless the dead

God bless the dead

God bless the dead”

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