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unborn child ~ tupac shakur & destiny armour

to my unborn child..to my unborn child, in case i don't make it..just remember, daddy loves you.

a two year old destiny shifted in her crib, pouting up at her mom. "daddy!" she whined, "i wanna know daddy!"

freddie bit her lip, picking destiny up quietly. "trust me, baby, he'd love to know you..but he's a bit busy right now."

destiny just huffed, squirming in freddie's arms. "daddy!"

"daddy's having a meeting right now, baby." freddie sighed, shifting destiny on her hip.

"with who?" the tiny girl frowned.

freddie just stared at the ceiling, pointing up. "with a very important man."

"why isn't daddy here?" destiny whined. "does he not like us, momma?"

freddie smiled sadly, "your daddy liked us a lot, baby. but he can't be here right now, you just gotta remember that he loves you."

now ever since my birth, i've been cursed, since i'm born to wile..in case i never get to holla at my unborn child.

destiny smiled as she looked at her friend, "my dad's havin' a meetin'," she hummed. "that's why he never 'round."

her friend just frowned, "who he having a meetin' with?"

destiny shrugged, "momma never tells me, just say he's a very important person."

"so he ain't never send you letters?" her friend asked slowly.

"nah, he ain't never holla at me or momma." destiny shrugged, "but momma say he love us, so i guess that's 'aight."

many things learned in prison, blessed and still livin'..

tupac held the bars of the prison cell between his hands, sighing softly and resting his head on the bars. all he wanted to do was hug freddie, tell her he wasn't a bad person..that he didn't really do it. but he couldn't, she hadn't come to visit him..and he couldn't call her. 

the only thing tupac was happy about, was that he wasn't dead. his body ached from the bullet wounds, but he was still alive.

tryna earn every penny that i'm gettin'.

a young tupac laughed, shaking his head as his friend made another joke. "man, i gotta go." he sighed.

tupac's friend rolled his eyes, "man, where you keep goin'?"

"i gotta make some money, dude." tupac shrugged, "can't be a bum ass."

i'm reminiscin' to the beginnin' of my mission, when i was conceived and came to be in this position. my mama was a panther, loud single parent, but she proud when she witnessed baby boy rip a crowd. 

tupac smiled as his mom hugged him tightly, she didn't even care that his body was beyond sweaty. she had seen her son go from a broke boy on the street corner, to a rich man performing in front of millions.

of course, it didn't start out as millions, but he worked his way up..and that's what she was proud of.

went to school, but i dropped out and left the house, 'cause my mama say i'm good for nothin', so i'm out.