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 Janu-

ary 22,1947

African American music businesswoman, philanthro-

pist, former political activist. She is the mother of Tupac

Amour Shakur, she is also known for taking part of nu-

merous 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.

Behind

The

Author

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 imper-

vious melody’s echoing in my ears.

And now It’s all black.

M U S I C

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.