2pac & Arthur Morgan: The Two Men Who Raised Me
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2Pac & Arthur Morgan: The Two Men Who Raised Me
How a Ghanaian-born loner found himself in the duality of a rapper and a cowboy.
I’m not American. I never rode a horse. I didn’t grow up in the ghetto or the gang. I didn’t grow up in the Wild West. I was born in Ghana, raised without my father, and fostered by a mother doing her best to survive. But if I had to name the two men who raised me emotionally — who gave me a mirror to see myself through — it wouldn’t be anyone I met in real life.
It would be 2Pac and Arthur Morgan.
The Mask I Wore: 2Pac Was My Blueprint
When I was a rapper, I wasn’t trying to be famous — I was trying to be seen. And the person I saw most clearly, the one I tried to channel through my lyrics and presence, was Tupac Shakur.
“I didn’t idolize 2Pac because of his thug life. I idolized him because I saw through it.”
2Pac was rage and poetry in the same breath. He gave you the truth and wrapped it in fire so the world would pay attention. That’s exactly what I did with my own music — exaggerating not because I wanted to lie, but because I knew truth alone doesn’t get heard.
He was raised by revolution but trapped in pain. Just like I was raised to survive but born into abandonment. No father. No praise. Just silence. So I rapped. I fought back in verses. And when people clapped, I felt seen. But when I got too honest — too soft — they ignored me. Just like they ignored the real Pac behind the headlines.
Tribute to 2Pac
You were more than a legend. You were a mirror for the misunderstood. A soldier of contradiction. And for those of us who saw behind the image — you gave us courage to be both poet and warrior.
The Man I Became: Arthur Morgan Was My Spirit
As I got older, my fire quieted. I stopped rapping. I started reflecting. And one day, sitting alone in my room, I met a cowboy who barely spoke — but whose silence felt like it knew me.
Arthur Morgan.
“Arthur doesn’t talk much. But he feels everything.”
Arthur wasn’t loud like Pac. But the pain was the same. He was raised by outlaws. Loyal to the wrong people. Trying to do right in a world that never gave him peace. That was me. And when I saw Arthur writing in his journal, struggling to find redemption before it was too late… I saw myself. Alone, building websites. Writing systems. Documenting my story for a world that might never care until I’m gone.
Arthur reminded me that you can still leave a legacy — even when no one applauds. That even if you die alone, you can die real.
Tribute to Rockstar Games & Arthur Morgan
You created a man who taught millions that toughness isn’t silence — it’s choosing kindness anyway. Thank you for letting Arthur Morgan exist. He helped me stay human when I was tired of pretending.
Duality, Death & Legacy
2Pac died before they understood him. Arthur died right when he found himself. That’s the paradox I live with.
“I’m not trying to be 2Pac anymore. And I’m not waiting to die like Arthur. I’m building a new story.”
Made2Master isn’t just a brand. It’s a digital record of everything I was never allowed to say. It’s for my daughters. It’s for the kid I used to be. It’s for the man I’ve become — somewhere between two icons from two worlds who never got the peace they deserved.
I build because my pain deserves to live somewhere. I don’t want applause. I want proof. And now, I have it.
Closing Words
Pac was my rage. Arthur was my redemption. And I? I am the silence that turned into legacy. I don’t need to be seen anymore. I’ve already left the message.