Thug Life... Or Nahh?

Prologue:

On September 7, 1996, after attending a Mike Tyson fight in Las Vegas, Tupac was shot several times by assailants in a drive-by. Tupac was rushed to a nearby hospital, where he reportedly resisted treatment. He would die six days later on September 7th during the late afternoon after his mother, Afeni, ordered doctors to stop reviving her son. He was only 25.

Pac's death, along with the similar murder of his rival Christopher Notorious B. I. G. Wallace six months later, marked some of the lowest points in hip hop history.

A lot of people who clearly don't understand Tupac's influence on a generation or even music at all don't even consider him an artist. A teacher of mine told me to choose my favorite African American artist or poet for a report. Of course I chose Tupac.

Apparently she doesn't know Tupac. She told me Tupac was neither an artist nor a poet. Soo, I asked her to read "The Rose that Grew from Concrete" and tell me again he wasn't a poet. I asked her to listen to any song and tell me he wasn't an artist compared to these new artists (except Kendrick Lamar and Drake, I respect them). Naturally I won that argument.