Hit em up!

Memory is such a fascinating thing - our ability to capture the essence of a moment - all the emotion and intensity, right down to the physical reaction - and to recall all of it with the smallest of triggers. You gotta love it. For instance the smell of Estee Lauder Pleasures will always remind me of the man who shattered my heart, and the scent of the incense they burnt at my grandmothers funeral to this day makes me nauseus.
But there are good memories too :)
Listening to iTunes today- i stumbled on "Pule's Dope Session" - a marvellous collection of some of the BEST gangsta tunes ever!
And there it was - in all its pride and glory -Tupac's Hit em up! I was immediately transported back to Number 4 Somerset Lodge, Grahamstown. I was 19 again, drinking Autum Harvest Crackling (bought at the bargain price of R8.99!), screaming at the top of my lungs "Grab your glocks when you see 2pac, Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh Who shot me, But your punks didn't finish, Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace, nigga, We hit 'em up!" Mrs Irwin (the seriously old and bitter lady from the downstairs flat) is banging on her roof (my floor) with her broomstick, but my friends and I are just too gangsta to care. Aaaah those were the days.
So in memory of the best lyricist/poet/rapper - the man - Tupac... tonight kids...Lets Hit em up!