Mutulu Shakur wrote this letter to
Tupac the night 2Pac got shot:
"To My Son"
This letter was written the night of Tupac's
death from the cell of his stepfather, Mutulu Shakur,
inside the federal penitentiary in Florence, Cololoado.
love you whenever....forever. Tupac, so much I needed
to say, so much you wanted to say. Many conversations
between us within the ether, whenever forever.
The pain inflicted that scarred your soul but not your
spirit gave force to the rebellion. Many couldn't see
your dreams or understand your nightmares. How could
they, Tupac? I knew your love and understood your passion.
But you knew of your beginning and saw your end....racing
You taught and fought through your songs and deeds.
RATT-TATT-TATT of words penetrating the contradiction
of our existence.
Who cares? We cared, Tupac. The Shakurs have been guided
by struggle, prepared or not, whenever....forever. We've
exposed our existence, naked from fear, to those who
would hear the positive. Who would witness the stress,
wear and tear of this lonely path. You couldn't have
evaded the effect or the changes. You inherited it,
it was in your genes.
But still, you danced your dance, you lived your life.
You forced loyality on those who would fake and shake
at the true vision. You were Tupac
Like the four seasons, we come to this planet taking
form, becoming elements of nature, Some of us are only
one season, and others like you were part of many seasons.
This dynamic will scare most anyone who realized the
burden at such an early stage of life. You fought well.
We love you. We understand....forever, whenever.
Please give my love to our family. Ask them to help
you on the other side. Tell Zayd, Lumumba, Aby, Brother
Leggs, Mtaryi, Attallah, that they are to continue to
help us down here. Shakur's love is strong. Whenever....forever
Friday 13th didn't mean a thing. Life is for living
and dying well. Whenever.....forever. Allah knows best.
We choose the quality of our life. You understand the
pain of disappointment in the ones we love. You pushed
so many away. Burnt so many bridges so they wouldn't
follow you into battles against the demons you were
facing. Knowing well to what lengths you would go. This
battlefield of reality is littered with many meaningless
You never yelled out "Somebody, save me!"
You only asked for your soul to be free, whenever....forever.
You told us to keep our head up, knowing the pain was
coming. Knowing to look for the strength in the heavens.
Set your soul free, Tupac Amaru.
We keep waiting in vain for their love
Will your levitation be awakening of us all?
The division unsettling to our dreams and goals?
You passing demanding repentance and resistance?
We keep waiting, not in vain. We give you love. Give
To my brother and son, these emotions are hell. I wish
you well in the next journey. My soul aches for comfort.
In our next life we will finish our unfinished journey.
For now Tupac, we will hold our heads up. This journey
is at an end, your ashes are in the wind. Friends and
enimies will have to look to the stars. You are truly
a star. A star navigating through the dynamics of this,
your path chosen before you arrived. Lessions we've
gained will materialize after you're gone. Whenever....forever
Your family will keep the spirit high, for we are Shakurs.
We are thankful for what life gives us. Through the
pain and the struggle we are blessed by the victory.
Go forward, Tupac.
The victories---we will teach your mission, we are thankful
for you. We love you, Tupac Shakur. We ain't mad at
you, we'll be better because of you.
So now I give you my tears so I might assimilate your
loss and I can live on in peace.
Knowing I will feed your spirit with my unconditional
love, knowing you will need it on your next journey.
May Allah bless you for your deeds and forgive your
Tupac come to me an give me strength.
Your father, friend, comrade, Mutulu Shaku
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