Tupac was my hero so here we go

Tupac Shakur in my opinion was the greatest poet of our time,

nursed from his calling a real rap star…

He left our world far too soon yet he is never forgotten

he lives in the hearts of his adoring fans

to sleep to dream through steel unawares

the chosen vessel pressed through the climax of time

a vestibule toward a couple left long ago

barbed wire fences latent refusal of meager defenses

there’s glory in the escape

 

hearken the minutes the hours set in tone

embrace the water gone alone,

in certain begotten place we may steal

take a look at the twilight upon the hill

there tormented cause to regain

an instant tight injury minus the flame

 

embark on a revolution so very plain

mark the man willing to explore

the plains of the dunes on the Cape rejoice

laughter the panther rest its nearly gruesome head

 

blood forsaken blood the chamber torn to death

deep onto deep the pages have turned

you are the final nail until my coffin

look long in the garden Johnny Rotten

 

nature knows what’s embraced every single day

crushed cement with a red rose

stand the flight of pain

Tupac’s final flame

 

heavy is the light left to St. Peter gone in flight,

Tupac witness to, “Keep Your Head Up”….

march of the wooden soldiers

rap invades first into the intellectual embraces the day

 

with words given into a sought after hemp learn to relax

The Smurf’s and Strawberry short cake kids

in the company of the cabbage patch kids

boil royal thirst is done,

 

memories of the coast that screams

fry doe and everyone screams

in the company of a heightened remedy

boxed in the light of eggs and potatoes

 

Momma dearest momma show forth your flame

into eager desire was Tupac’s drill

meet the marching orders from a blast from the past

Shug got his in prison with a good reason

 

Tupac was my hero so here we go

 

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