Tupac has been dead for 20 years today. I have a confession. He is not the G.O.A.T. Hell, he’s not even in my Top 20. Fight me. I know that most of you are trying to revoke my hood pass. If being a Tupac fan is a prerequisite for having one, I will politely decline your invitation. I am not ’bout dat life. This isn’t new for me. I have ALWAYS felt like this. Even when he was alive, if the DJ played his songs in the club; I sat my ass down. I was not hyped. I was not singing. I was ready for the next song.
Dude has 39 albums and most were released posthumously. I have tried to listen to most of them all the way through. I get it… he’s the ghetto Langston Hughes. A wordsmith of the urban landscape. Lyrically though- I’m just meh. He isn’t a rapper’s rapper. And if my life depended on me listening to every track from every album without fast forwarding, I would be a dead ass. Certainly, he has some bangers like “I Wonder If Heaven Got A Ghetto” (RIP Man and Misa), “Keep Your Head Up’ and “Dear Mama” but the rest of that misogynistic trash… y’all can keep. I’m not even trying to front like I’m high and mighty but he seemed to be torn between his admitted love and respect for black women and the fuckery of being down with Suge Knight.
Truthfully, I feel like he wore a mask. He was well-read but he wasn’t a leader. CLEARLY. And that was the part of his music that I couldn’t stand. It’s the same feeling I get when Drake raps. In a sea of assholes, Tupac would’ve just been the cool guy but no- he let the influences of ain’t shit niggas take him to a place from where he didn’t return. So yeah, I’m a fan of his acting but his music- not so much. I’m, definitely, not telling his fans to not love him. I’m just saying that you can count me out.