I see visions of me dead, Lord are you there? I put the pistol to my head, and say a prayer When I was rich I had clout, now a nigga's lonely Nowhere to rest I'm losin homies, ain't that a bitch I pray to God I don't scream when it's time to fry They wanna bury me, I'm worried - no need to lie Niggaz don't like me cause I'm Thuggin, and every day I watch the five-oh's roll, the motherfuckers passīy me like they know me, smilin as they laugh I see my enemies they creepin, don't make me blast
I drink a fifth of Hennesey I don't think it's healthy I'm under pressure gettin drunk, somebody help me Like no other now them other bitches wanna bone me The bitch is tellin all her homies - that I can fuck her To all the players watch the fly way a nigga played her I check the house before I bone, so we all aloneĪfter I nut I hit the highway, see ya later Now she's tellin me to visit, who else is home? Of this bitch the line busy everytime I call her Is there a heaven for a baller? I'm gettin suspicious While I'm in bed, leakin blood on my satin sheets Or will they kill me while I'm sleepin, two to the head Will they be G's, and they look at me before they bust? Happy birthday bitch, you know you shouldn'ta did itĮverybody's dyin am I next, who can I trust? Put a surprise in the mailbox, hope she get it My next door neighbor's havin convo with undercovers Where am I goin I discovered, can't nothin save me
I wonder when will I be happy, ain't nothin funnyįlashbacks of bustin caps, anything for money Marijuana smoke, with every toke it's like I'm losin focusįallin to sleep while I'm at service, when will I die?įorever paranoid and nervous because I'm highĭon't mention funerals I'm stressin, and goin nuttyĪnd reminiscin bout them niggaz that murdered my buddy Show me a miracle, I'm hopeless - I'm chokin off Look down the barrel of my nine and my vision's blurryįallin to pieces, am I guilty? I pray to the Lordīut he ignores me unfortunately cause I'm guilty They wanna bury me, I'm worried - I'm losin my mind Miller’s book West Coast Hip Hop: A History In Pictures features Eazy-E, Ice Cube, Snoop Dogg, Too Short, Cypress Hill and the list goes on.Are you afraid to die, or do you wanna live forever Fashion campaigns for Stussy and others followed and soon, DJ Muggs (Cypress Hill) asked Miller to photograph the group while they were still shopping a demo. He would go on to photograph West Coast hip hop in its infancy starting in the late 1980s when he snapped shots of his first rapper, Arabian Prince. Shakur was defiance, one of those men who expressed it in both verse and style.”īorn and raised in Los Angeles, Miller grew up in the punk, surf and skate scene, which eventually grew into a love of hip hop. Casual, almost incidental clothes to which he lent permanence. He’d wear things seemingly at random: vests, flannels, denim jackets, camo jackets, Henleys over other Henleys. He had the kind of aura others wanted to borrow. “Other rappers imitated his easy, comfortable masculinity, his loose clothes, his confidence, his tattoos.
“Style, the extension of the exquisitely personal into the public sphere, is something he had from the beginning,” wrote Zach Baron in GQ last year. To a hip hop outsider, the pose can seem menacing but look closer and you start to understand there was a lot of humor in between the layers of raw aggression of the pose. One can imagine Tupac cracking up while giving the double middle finger to the camera. He still has over 70 scans in the vault that no one has seen of Tupac.įor Miller, the shoot embodied style, humor and urgency. Los Angeles-bred photographer Mike Miller captured the iconic double middle finger shot just a year earlier as part of his album cover shoot for Tupac’s Thug Life album. The 20th anniversary of his death in Las Vegas just passed on September 7th. Simultaneously idealized and crucified in the public sphere, Tupac’s photographic legacy tells the story. By now, Tupac Shakur is etched in our collective memory as simultaneously an imperfect saint and a perfect outlaw.
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