Tupac: greatest rapper live

Staten Island, New York City, 1975

Inside the faded olive-green Ford Pinto, the faint smell of gasoline mixed with vinyl upholstery. The car wasn't fancy, but Dad took pride in keeping it running smoothly. His calloused hands gripped the worn steering wheel, a testament to the long hours he put in at the Bethlehem Steel Auto Plant. The dashboard had two cracks running down the middle, but the radio worked perfectly, blaring James Brown's iconic voice:

I sat in the passenger seat, legs barely long enough to touch the floor, my school bag snug against my lap. Dad's hands gripped the wheel, strong and calloused from long hours at the Bethlehem Steel Auto Plant, where he worked 9 to 5. He wore his usual blue work shirt, the name patch on his chest reading kanny.

he is dropping me to school. In the car the song " Say It Loud - I'm Black and I'm Proud, Part 2" dad and mom's go to song to Listen.

(Uh, with your bad self

Say it louder (I'm Black and I'm proud)

Say it louder (I'm Black and I'm proud))

One of our neighbors, old Mr. Fischer, was out on his porch in a bathrobe, hollering over the music.

"Ay, shut that crap off or put on some real music!" he yelled.

Dad leaned out the driver's side window. "Hell no! My son's gonna grow up knowing what real music is. Go back inside, old man!"

After that father Dive the car in the way of school he started to talk to me.

(Looky here

Some people say we got a lot of malice

Some say it's a lotta nerve

But I say we won't quit moving

Until we get what we deserve)

my small fingers drumming along to the beat on my backpack.

On the Road to School

The streets of Stapleton buzzed with life as we drove through. Kids played stickball in the alleyways, and corner stores opened their shutters for the day. We passed Joe's Deli, where the smell of fresh bagels and coffee filled the air, and Louie's Auto Shop.

We passed Louie's Auto Shop, where mechanics worked under the hoods of battered cars. "Never take the Pinto there," Dad muttered, half to himself. "Louie'll overcharge you every time."

"Pac, are you helping your mom at home?" Dad asked, his voice cutting through James Brown's chorus.

(We've been 'buked and we've been scorned

We've been treated bad, talked about

As sure as you're born

But just as sure as it take two eyes to make a pair, huh

Brother, we can't quit until we get our share)

I nodded. "Yeah, I help with the dishes, and I clean my room. Aunt Gloria helps too. She says Mom needs to rest a lot."

(Say it loud (I'm Black and I'm proud)

Say it loud (I'm Black and I'm proud)

One more time, say it loud (I'm Black and I'm proud))

Dad nodded approvingly. "Good. Your mom's got enough on her plate with your little sister on the way."

Dad " uuuu Today is also your first day in the school the principal was my teacher in my school day so I know him. Do you ask me if you need any help."

(I've worked on jobs with my feet and my hands

But all the work I did was for the other man

And now we demands a chance

To do things for ourselves

We're tired of beating our heads against the wall

And working for someone else)

We hit a red light near Victory Boulevard, and Dad tapped the wheel to the rhythm. As the song transitioned to Marvin Gaye's What's Going On, his mood turned reflective.

Like that dad was talking to me all the way to the school.

During this time raid the song changes like " what is going on " by marvin gaye.

"Pac," he started, "you know, life ain't easy, especially for us. But I want you to learn everything you can. Be somebody important—a doctor, lawyer, or whatever you dream of. Just don't forget where you come from."

I smiled. "I want to be an actor and a musician, Dad. To tell my stories to the world. And school is very easy"

Dad chuckled, shaking his head. "Alright, Mr. Hollywood. Just don't forget to work hard for it."

I arrived in my school called P.S. 60, the Susan E. Wagner School. The school came into view, a brick building with large windows that reflected the morning sun. The playground was buzzing with activity—kids running, playing tag, and a group shooting hoops on a worn-out basketball court.

I am 1st grades usually the 1st grades students are 6 to 5 years old and the thing is I am advancing two grades due to my good marks. I am now 4 years old.

I said " good bye dad."

Dad pulled the Pinto to the curb and parked. "Alright, Pac, remember what I said. Make friends, stand your ground, and don't forget to use that money I gave you for lunch."

I hopped out of the car but ran back when he called me over.

"Pac, come here," he said, leaning out the window. He ruffled my hair, and I swatted his hand away.

"Dad! Stop messing up my hair! It took forever to fix this morning!"

He laughed. "Alright, alright. But remember, if anyone gives you trouble, stand tall. And don't be afraid to give them that punch I taught you."

I nodded, clutching the dollar bills he handed me. "Bye, Dad. Don't forget to pick me up!"

First Day in Class

Inside the school, the halls smelled of freshly waxed floors and chalk dust. My shoes squeaked as I made my way to Room 104, clutching my backpack tightly.

The teacher, Mr. Thompson, greeted me warmly. He was a tall man with graying hair and a kind face. "Class, this is Tupac Shakur. He's joining us today, and though he's younger, I expect you all to treat him like one of your own."

The room buzzed with whispers as I walked to an empty seat near the back. Next to me sat a tall, lanky boy and a confident grin.

"I'm Robert," he said, extending his hand. "But everyone calls me RZA."

I shook his hand. "Tupac. You can call me Pac."

RZA leaned closer. "You like music?"

I nodded. "Yeah, my dad plays James Brown and Marvin Gaye all the time."

RZA's eyes lit up. "Man, we're gonna get along just fine. Just like your father my dad also thim all the time in the house."

The morning was a mix of spelling, simple math problems, and reading time. Our homeroom teacher, Mrs. Carter, was strict but kind, helping us with cursive writing. In art class, Mr. Jenkins handed out crayons for us to draw our favorite animals. I sketched a lion, while RZA drew a turntable.

I try to see what RZA to drawing looks " hahaha, what's is that ?."

RZA he also looked at my drawings " hahaha what's that. The only thing I see is cat that has the long hair. Haha."

We starting to make funny of our drawings and funny.

By lunchtime, RZA had introduced me to a few of his friends. I used Dad's money to buy sandwiches for us. After lunch, RZA leaned over.

"You know what my favorite class is? Music. We get to mess with instruments and learn rhythms. And gym—can't beat dodgeball."

The rest of the day flew by. When the final bell rang, RZA and I waited for our dads. It turned out they worked at the same plant.

"See you tomorrow, Pac," RZA said as he hopped into his dad's car.

"See ya!"

In the whole school day was finished.

I waiting for my dad with RZA also waiting for the dad were knew now that my and his dad work at the same place. After some time I get into my dad car. Were his dad also come to pick him up. I said good bye to RZA.

Dad's car radio played Al Green's Let's Stay Together as we drove home, the soulful tune filling the car. Suddenly, his cell phone rang, piercing through the music. He picked it up, balancing it between his ear and shoulder.

"It's time?" he asked, his voice sharp with urgency. "Alright, I'm on my way. Pac's with me."

He hung up and turned to me, his eyes wide but calm. "Pac, your mom's at Staten Island University Hospital. She's having the baby now."

I sat up straight, clutching my seatbelt. "Really? She's having the baby today?"

"Yep," Dad said, pressing his foot on the gas. The Ford Pinto roared as we sped through Stapleton's busy streets. "Hold on, kid."

The ride was a blur. Horns blared as Dad swerved through traffic, his hands gripping the wheel tightly. "Come on, come on," he muttered at every red light.

I was watching outside of the car as we are going to hospital." I think about one year ago I keep asking dad and mom for a little sister to

Have as friend also I really want a sister in my life to be more fun. "

Than after five months they tell me that mom is pregnant for to two months. Even i couldn't

Control the excitement. At first 3 to 5 months of pregnancy mother was doing some housework but after that auntie Gloria come to help mom take care she also did the same thing to mom when she was pregnant with me. So you can say aunty Gloria change diaper to everything. And due to me asking for baby girl dad and mom also started asking it girl to cheer me up.

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