Tupac twirled his toothpick with a frown
“The only thing that matters now
In this godforsaken desert town
Is how to move these plow mules toward oblivion.”
Tupac from his hologram
Blessed the emerald valley
From Coachella all the way to Indio
And he went back to his friends in barren stone.
It was on Cathedral Street
When he dared to question Socrates
In a masked crusaders holy cape
At the May Day Communist parade
Where the girls with polka-dot skirts hypnotized
And the revolution wasn’t televised.
Tupac with his girls at Fascist Island
The sands of lunch got in his time
He shares soft-serve koans with blue smurf kids
Reads Blue Cliff Notes on tilt-a-whirling-gigs
It was on Cathedral Street
When he dared to question Socrates
As the May Day Communist parade
Left flowers on top of the Indian grave
And the Gang of Four played tunes for bouffant brides
And the revolution wasn’t televised.
The cannon fusillades could never clang
Not even flags that clapped a cartoon bang
The Gang of Four was never improvised
The Culture Revolution gave out prizes
Tupac, with everyone in pain
You stood there in the silence
Waited ‘til you finally passed away
To save a world not ready to be saved
It was on Cathedral Street
When he dared to question Socrates
In a masked crusaders holy cape
At the May Day Communist parade
When the girls with polka-dot skirts hypnotized
And the revolution wasn’t televised.
