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The Love Song of Tupac Shakur
Or "Die, Princess, Die!"
by Earl Lee
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"No matter where I go, I see the same ho."
2Pac Shakur's "All Bout U"

I know U mo than that, it's a fact
compassion ain't for me, U can see
I'm just a Thug nigga, in love, with the white bitch
on the t.v., jus dyin' for a li'l love from me.
No matter where i turn, there she is
gettin' her ass played by the white man.
In the Palace, U is just a joke,
torn apart by the lies, now U go
spread your thighs for a white bloke,
charlie the tuna, prince chicken-o-the-sea —
The way i see, you belong to me, so let's go
knock booties, down by the pitcher show.

             [voice over]
                         "Mr. Doggie-S ...."
             Listen to the ray-de-o, watch'n the news vid-e-o
             everything they show, is just some dead ho.
             Talkin' to the people i meet, jus' goin' down the street
             all they can say, is how did she die that day?
             [voice over]
             "Outlaw Kenny-G ..."
             I can see you ain't eatin'... Is U sick. I hear you
             throw up, and then eat, then throw up
             U sure one fucked-up white chick
             Is U sick? ... No? ... Well suck my sick...
             Yeah! You go girl! You go! You sho got a bad case of the
             Negrophilia...

             [speaking over the last two lines]
It's yo thang, do whatcha wanna do,
headin' for the bathroom, 'bout to toss it up.
Give it up for free, on the t.v., or move it to the street comer
Watch some old fag queen get a boner
like U is one o' those skinny little boy-toys.
But U an' me, we see reality.
I guess it's hard, even harder for U
wid two baby boys, an the queen holdin' out on you.
Charlie did it sweet & smooth, plottin' and a gamin' U.
Got a dinner date, wid, some A-rab rich boy,
Got your legs up, lookin' for some love.
U shoulda seen me in the first case, in the first place.

             [voice over]
                          "Mr. Doggie S. ...."
             Listen to the ray-de-o, watch'n a news vid-e-o
             everything they show, is just the same ol' dead hoes.
             Talkin' to the people i meet, jus' goin' down the street
             all they need to know, is he's in love wid a dead hoe.

             [voice over]
                          "Outlaw Kenny-G ...."
             I saw this old scrawny Indian ho on the t.v., she was dead too
             jus' like the princess. Said her name was Mother T., she was into
             charitee, just like the princess, a workin' down Calcutta way.
             I saw her on the t.v. in Haiti, with ol' Duvalier, collectin'
             40 thou, then I saws her with that dictator Ceaunescu, collectin'
             60 thou, then I saws her with ol' Slobbodaddy Milosodick,
             collectin' 80 thou! And I says to myself "Man, that scrawny old
             hoe sho can peddler her ass! I'd like to be her Pimp-Daddy."
             But hey, man, pimpin' aint easy! I might have to knock boots wid
             some ol' biddy.

In the church, i touch Ur coffin,
See i love ya, love ya like my own, but you died
and left me all alone. You died too quick, and i guess
that's why they call you Princess Die.
But even now, you an' me, i can see us in Eternity....
Heaven ain't hard to find in a hearse, Princess.
See me naked, sweaty, poundin' yo' skin
when i bend U over, I'll fukU from Windsor to Woodlawn cemetery--
Me & U hollerin my name out (if U could).
I know U like straight sex, but
even for a white girl you barely move your ass....
Holy shit! Sir Johnny's got his gun!
             [sounds: pop pop pop ... screams ... ambulance siren]

             [voice from the clouds:]
"Only God can judge me. Only God can judge me. Only God can judge me...."

Here I am, heaven's not hard
Heaven's not hard to find.... Where's the princess?
Outta my way, mutherfuckers! I'm a straight Thug nigga on a mission!
Hey Princess, can i hit it...?
                                       Wait a minute.... U ain't the Princess....
Holy Jeezus! Some crazy old Indian nun dun got hold o' me!
Help! Sumbuddy get this ol' tarbaby offn' me....

              [later, the voice drifting away]
...Hey there, Mr Jeezus! Where can i get some reincarnation?
             ...Is that on Lexington Avenue,... near Briarpatch Lane?

 

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