What’s Behind The
MUSIC 6/11/12—8/2/12
Introduction
This Zine is on what you DON’T know. What you read in here you may or may not believe, honestly I do not care. Between these thin pages I have facts and questions people have been asking since everything started. From the death Tupac to Aaliyah, Eazy -E and Biggie Smalls and more. What questions may you have? Do you think there's a secret society or Do you want to know about the dark side of the music industry?
Dare to read on‌..
Juan Miguel Barbosa
Afeni Shakur Davis
Mother, Activist, and ex Black panther member; Afeni Shakur Davis, Legal name Alice Faye Williams. Born in Lumberton, North Carolina on the date of January 22,1947 African American music businesswoman, philanthropist, former political activist. She is the mother of Tupac Amour Shakur, she is also known for taking part of numerous bombings as a Black Panther member. She has also since her son’s “death” launched a fashion clothing line, Makaveli Branded; all proceeds go to his charity, the Tupac Amaru Shakur Foundation. July 20, 2007 Afeni Shakur went to Federal court to file an injunction to prevent the selling of any unreleased materials by her son. She won her court case and made Amaru Records and received 150 unreleased songs by her son Tupac.
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Music to me is my serene place, My own get away in my mind and unearths me into a state of thought. Everything racing and going around rotating like a food processor shearing it all up and assembling for the consumption trying to make sense of the real world. Bass is levitated and I can feel the vibe throughout my veins journeying from cranium to metacarpals like a quick jolt of static. It’s what makes the hairs on my neck raise it’s what makes me get up in the morning and sleep at night. I thirst for it like a new born infant’s hunger for its mothers milk. I desire it like the Sun and Moon and the stars along with the clouds; The whole fucking sky is gone and disappeared and all you have left his a half working pair of headphones and the impervious melody’s echoing in my ears. And now It’s all black.
Anger Anger looks like a tall dark humanoid figure with no face or features. This anger is not man or women, cat or dog; Nor is it a figment of my imagination, It follows me like a bad habit. Like a shadow trailing me as I walk down the vacant road of redemption as it attempts to over come me. Anger taste like warm blood at the bottom of your lip as I try to be the victor of this entrancement. Tread softly‌. Know who’s behind you. Know how to laugh because all this is nothing more than an emotion.
Created at the desk of: Juan Barbosa
Words, The word of mouth. They can sadden, they can enlighten. Words can motivate .Words create hate.
Words can make peace only up certain amount of feet. Words can defeat. Words can be burdensome but only to some.
Sitting here staring blankly at the thin lines of my page tapping my foot to no beat ,
Pondering and puzzled Like a moderate game of Sudoku, Words are in my head but not leaving my mouth like a spoon of peanut-butter.