Tupac Poem by Russel Simmons - What Of Fame
(Original from album)

My ship is waiting and I have to go. Yes, this is our farewell. I won't say I'll Return, sweet Princess. But I won't forget The fairest of the maids who dropped their veils And laundry baskets...

The speeding carts in darkness lunge and squeal, (eyes glow then fade) down through a dragon's jaw, passed bats and skulls. Kids shriek with anxious awe, but, though we duck, few think the...

I have walked through many lives, some of them my own, and I am not who I was, though some principle of being abides, from which I struggle not to stray. When I look behind, as I am compelled to...