Holler!

Okay for real, do you want to hang out sometime? I picture us rollin in your five hundred benz, throwing up the dub and keeping it real as one. I'm down. If your drivers license has expired since you've been hiding out abroad, it's no bigs, I can pick you up on my scooter.

I would never turn you in, because I totally get it. If I was being hunted down by the Feds for something called money laundering (authors' note: I still to this day do not know what this crime actually is, if you have a background or foreground in Finance or Economics or Criminal Masterminding, please send me a personal message on my contact page and explain it to me in simple, monosyllabic words. Gracias).

But truly, your poetry-put-to-music has gotten me through many a long drive or jog around the neighborhood. And also helped me understand that Life DOES Go On, and that there is a heaven for a G. And every experience I've had confirms that California DOES know how to party.

I think it'd be good if you came back from Fiji (or wherev you are chilling out at right now) and come to Crooklyn and explain to me how you thought of the lyrics for Changes. I don't understand how that song is not yet inducted into the Vatican Hall of Fame Songbook, because it IS time for us as a people to start making some changes. To change the way we live, to change the way we eat, to change the way we treat each other. Agreed on all fronts! First Lady Michelle Obama has a campaign called Lets Move, all about being healthy. I'm sure she'd love to sit down with you for tea and talk about your ideas for other changes that need to happen, and can a brother get a little peace? because there's war on the streets and war in the middle east, STILL! You sang that years ago. Decades later your lyrics are relevant and timely.
Just call me and lets cruise. Weeknights are sometimes good, but usually Fridays and Sundays are the most chill. Let me know what your schedge looks like, and we'll lock it up.

But for real, does Shug still hold it against you that he got blamed for it? I bet you guys had a good laugh over that. I miss your laugh. I only heard it when I watched the hit blockbuster Poetic Justice.

Now it's only a matter of time before the suits in Hollywood cast you in the next buddy cop bromance (authors' note: I hate that word but had to use it, my apologies) where you and Mini-Me (verne troyer) are south central PD's resident jokesters, always pulling pranks on other cops and then when one goes awry, you're forced to face down an ugly past and scary hoodlums (this is the part where the director will just let you do your thing and roll camera, because these will likely be raw emotions, so just give it a go and feel free to name names).

Either way, let's get coffee sometime. I hope you emerge from hiding soon, because right now Eminem is pretty much carrying the torch solo as far as lyricology goes. We need you.

It will be big news when you come back to Cali. Your hit single "California Love" is overdue for a revival, and I know someone who would be thrilled to have the showmanship of Tupac in his cabinet.
In the voice of Ahhnold Schwarzenegger: The Paaahhhc is Baaahhck.

I hope that wherever you are as you are reading this, that it's sunny and that you're happy. Miss you. I love you, Pac.

Always and forever,

Jenna