The day my music died

Below is a brain leak from my feelings of 1996. That year was crazy. In March of 1996 Tupac released the album All Eyez on Me. It was probably the best rap album (close second is Snoops Doggystyle). A month later a week after he was married Bradley Nowell died of an overdose in San Francisco. 3 months later in July the album Sublime Sublime was released. Two months later in Las Vegas, Nevada Tupac was shot and died a week later. Then, to make matters worse Biggie Smalls was killed in March 1997. Literally, 3 of my favorite artists gone in less than a year. I guess it's true that the good die young.

 

I dont know how far ill go, it depends how far this thing will take me. Ive digressed in more things but overachieved in other ways got this situation in submission. But ya gotta stay on your toes. Took 40 years so you know i still aint learned. On my heels half the time, id give anything to have 96 back with sublime. Tupac still alive and tommy lasorda still on the sideline. But thats the year all my music died. Followed shortly by my nigga biggie from the east side. The left side of the coast i sit and talk with all their ghosts. I dont need to boast, quite the opposite im pretty humble for a lightning rod.   All you bitches got your pantiest in a wad. I have just cause to get away, call me jaws. You can call it an escape clause. Ill let you out of this business. Actually you can take it just because behind these 4 walls i cant feel alive. Get me out this coop into a sound booth. Or ill even take preventing the next john wilkes booth. Ill even take the fbi guy in bones, that dude booth. I guess i used to be smooth. Maybe its all been a figment my imagination. Gets away with me but ill take it cause my realities already spent. Ive already accepted the truth.