Man. I was 9 years old going in 10 that year. Me and my brother had knew he had got shot but all news stations were saying that he should survive at the hospital so we were good.
I was laying in the bed trying to go to sleep while the news was on in the background. It was a breaking story but I wasn't paying no attention cause my eyes were closed. Then I heard "rapper Tupac Shakur had just been pronounced dead at the Las Vegas hospital". As I heard that, I tried my best to completely ignore it. I was dreaming right????? Didn't they say he would survive????? fukk outta here.........
Bout 10 minutes later we started hearing gunshots FROM EVERYWHERE in my hood. My aunt was scared cause she ain't know wtf was going on. She got us out tge room and then I bussed out in tears when I told her why people were probably shooting. "TT............. Tupac just died
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I cried the whole time we were in the basement waiting on the shooting to stop. The next day was the worse. Our whole block was outside playing music and emotional about it. At that point, I started to understand the life of a black man better. It's fukked up for us. Dude was a real hero to our culture, and he got killed, just like all of our heroes. Life is a bytch smh.