Tupac Amaru Shakur wrote the following poem:
When I was younger, I constantly thought of death. I wondered what happens after you go, where do you go or even will anyone care. I grew up in Paterson, NJ where death surrounds every corner as violence smothers the streets. Being out there in the midst of the action instead of observing from a project window is probably why I mused on the idea of death. I’ve seen it and I’ve witnessed individuals on the brink of it. So why would I be exempt from the reaper’s clutches? The people I hung around with at the time flirted so much with death that it was easy for me to be a casualty at any given time. When I moved to DE and joined the Army, those thoughts faded.
Now that I’m older and more experienced, I am starting to circle around to the idea of death again. So once more, what happens after you go, where do you go or will anyone care? But now I have additional questions… Like …. What mark will I leave on this earth or what impact would I have had to those around me? How will my boys remember me? How much would I have accomplished?
Time is the most scarce commodity. We must be hasty in moving forward and being productive. This applies to financial as well as personal improvement. As I mentioned before, in life, my general goal is to better myself as a person in all aspects. It is a constant purpose. Although, it is also good at times to slow the gears down and evaluate where you stand.
I also imagine how my funeral/wake will play out. It’s natural to mourn the death of a loved one but my wish is for my family to do their best to also celebrate my life. Look back at how far I’ve come, my ideals, my triumphs and my spirit. As you reflect on my life, cherish those moments with some Hennessy and some good drank. Maybe even some Black and Milds or some good cigars. This would be how I would want my funeral/wake to play out. Shots!!!
To be buried or to be cremated? I’m leaning toward the idea of being cremated. I mean what use is it to bury my lifeless body in the ground? All it would do is take up space and become more expensive to do. Cremate me. My ashes would just be a reminder of my existence. Bring my ashes with you and travel the world 🙂 . If you need to mourn my death/celebrate my life in a yearly fashion, then purchase a memorial tombstone but I’m asking that my body be cremated.
Who else ponders what will happen once the reaper gets a hold of them?
PabLito aka Bubsy aka Bee Star
Still Searching For The Truth 
Amazing I love the sense of humor at the end!!!! Haha cheers to that “some drank.” Lmfao ima buy you a 40 for your birthday….wait….today’s your birthday?…..what’s today? Lmao crackhead izelle
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40s are soo 90s, but I’ll take it! lmao…….. well, death is such a morbid topic. Some people prefer not to give it any though and just play out their lives. I find it intriguing to think about. Have you given it any though? And if so, what about it?
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Yes I have. All the time. At times daily. The thought is almost as if it knows what it wants to think. What I see when I think about it, is not heaven not hell, but the tears and pain of the ones who actually loved me. The ones that cry the hardest and who’s tears make a louder sound when it crashes to the ground. I don’t want to die simply because I don’t want the people around me to suffer with the heartache. But if I had to die for a good cause. I gladly would.
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