I watched the Documentary on Hulu and at first it was kinda boring but I wanted to give it a chance. I didn’t grow up listening to rap and stuff so by the time Tupac died I was late to the game. My mom would only allow me to listen to gospel and on the occasion I went over to someone’s house I only had a limited amount of time to listen to secular music. I didn’t really get to know who Tupac or Biggie was until after they died sadly.
If I had to pick between Tupac and Biggie I would say they each brought a strength. I felt like after watching the documentary Tupac to me was in his element as an actor more than a rapper (don’t come for me) but they both brought a different style to the rap world.
I learned 3 huge lessons from watching the documentary
First who knew Jasmine Guy and him were friends? The saying I always say is you never know who knows who. When you talk about people, engage with people, or think the world is big let me remind you it is not. Unlikely people can actually be friends and you would never know.
Second to get to know Tupac you have to get to know his mom. The story always begins with your parents and then their parents and so forth. You are not who you are on your own. Someone has to shape you and mold. That person is most likely your parents and apples don’t fall far from the tree…you are going to be more like your mom or more like your dad.
The third lesson I got from this documentary was that in order for you to really believe in what you rap or do you have to tell the story. Let me say it another way…stop trying to be something you aren’t. I see a lot of boys that grow up in a great home but try to be gangsta or rap about the street life when they never lived it. Live your life and then speak about it. It becomes more believable also….you can run from who you are but you will always end up meeting yourself everywhere you run.
My son had a question…
He asked me do I think that the Black Panthers were the black version of the KKK
I also had a question….
Where is Tupac Sister?
