Tupac Amaru Shakur nació el 16 de junio de 1971 en Harlem, Nueva York. Su madre, Afeni Shakur, y su padrastro, Mutulu Shakur, eran miembros activos del movimiento Black Panther, lo que influyó considerablemente en la formación del joven Tupac. Desde temprana edad, mostró un notable interés por el arte y la poesía.
La familia Shakur se mudó con frecuencia durante la juventud de Tupac, lo que le expuso a una variedad de experiencias y culturas. Finalmente, se establecieron en Baltimore, Maryland, donde asistió a la Baltimore School for the Arts. Allí, Tupac estudió actuación, poesía, jazz y ballet, y destacó por su talento artístico.
Tupac ingresó al mundo de la música como MC New York en el grupo de rap Digital Underground en 1991. Su participación en el álbum "This is an EP Release" y más tarde en "Sons of the P" allanó el camino para su carrera en solitario. En 1991, lanzó su primer álbum, "2Pacalypse Now", un trabajo que abordó temas sociales y políticos, obteniendo tanto aclamación crítica como controversia.
El segundo álbum de Tupac, "Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z.", lanzado en 1993, consolidó su fama con éxitos como "Keep Ya Head Up" y "I Get Around". Su habilidad para abordar temas políticos y personales resonó profundamente con una amplia audiencia.
Sin embargo, la vida de Tupac estaba plagada de controversia. En 1994, fue acusado de abuso sexual, delito por el que fue condenado a prisión. Además, Tupac fue
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Trapped Song Lyrics
Trapped by Tupac Shakur [Tupac Talking]
They cuttin off welfare
Think they crime is risin' now
You got whites killin blacks
Cops killin blacks
And blacks killin blacks
sh*t just gonna get worse
They just gonna become souljas
Straight souljas
Chorus
All you wanted ta be, a soulja, a soulja
All you wanted ta be, a soulja, like me
All you wanted ta be, a soulja, a soulja
All you wanted ta be, a soulja, like me
All you wanted ta be, a soulja, a soulja
All you wanted ta be, a soulja, a soulja
All you wanted ta be, a soulja, a soulja
All you wanted ta be, a soulja, like me
Crack done took apart of our family tree
my momma's on tha sh*t, my dadies splitten, mom's steady blaming me
is it my fault, just cause i'm a young black male
cop sweat me as if my destiny is makin' crack sells
only 15 and got problems
cops on my tail, so I bail till I dodge 'em
they finally pull me over and I laugh
remember Rodney King and I blast on his punk ass
now I gotta murder case
you speak a' Heaven punk, I never heard of tha place
what is it ta come up fast, got a Uz and a black mask
drop tha f**kin task, now who's tha jack ass
keep my sh*t cocked, cause tha cops got a glock too
what tha f**k would you do
drop them or let 'em drop you
I chose droppin' tha cop
I got me a glock, and a glock for tha niggas on my block
4 of'em tried ta stab me, I moved out
sold a pound a weed, made g's, bought a new house
i'm only 17, I'm tha new kid
I got me a crew, bought'em jewels, and a uzi
but all good things don't last
task came fast, and busted my black ass
coolen in tha pen, where tha goods kept
now my little brother wants ta follow in my footsteps
a soulja
Chorus
All you wanted ta be, a soulja, a soulja
All you wanted ta be, a soulja, like me
All you wanted ta be, a soulja, a soulja
All you wanted ta be, a soulja, like me
All you wanted ta be, a soulja, a soulja
All you wanted ta be, a soulja, like me
All you wanted ta be, a soulja, a soulja
All you wanted ta be, a soulja, like me
Buck, buck, pigs get f**ked, don't step ta this
Quiet has kept them blessed, on a quest with a death wish
Tell 'em they come and test, and tha rest, nigga gets hectic
Here's tha aneirexic, i'm making it to an exit
Walkin' through tha streets on tha black tip
Packed with several gats, cause i'm also payin' back sh*t
Niggas don't wanna try me, brotha you'll get shot down
Now i'm kick'en tha block, cause my bigger brothers locked down
I'm hot now, so many punk police have got shot down
Other cops see me on tha block, and they jock now
That's what I call a kingpin
Send my brotha what he needs is some weed up ta season
Tell him just be ready set, pack ya sh*t up quick
And when I hit, be prepared ta jet
Niggas from tha block on tha boat now
Every single one got a gun, that'll smoke pow
These punks about ta get hit by tha best
I'm wear'en double vest, so aim at my f**kin chest
I'll be makin' straight dome calls
Touch tha button on tha wall, you'll be picken up your own balls
I can still hear my mother shout, hit tha pig nigga
Break your bigga brother out
I got a message for tha warden
I'm commin' for ya ass, as fast as Flash Gorden
We get surrounded in tha mess hall, yes ya'll
A crazy motherf**ka makin' death calls
Just bring me my brother and we leavin
For every minute you stall, one ya'll bleedin'
They brought my brother in a jiffy
I took a cop, just in case things got tricky
And just as we was walken out, I caught a bullet in tha head
Tha screams never left my mouth
My brother caught a bullet too
I think he gonna pull through, he deserve to
Tha fast life ain't everything they told ya
Never get much older, following tha tracks of a soulja
Chorus
All you wanted ta be, a soulja, a soulja
All you wanted ta be, a soulja, like me
All you wanted ta be, a soulja, a soulja
All you wanted ta be, a soulja, like me
All you wanted ta be, a soulja, a soulja
All you wanted ta be, a soulja, a soulja
All you wanted ta be, a soulja, a soulja
All you wanted ta be, a soulja, like me
straight soulja, 1993, all of it.