Inspired by Tupac Shakur
A black rose was dying, Still I rose. His was the rose that silted forged concrete! He grieved grout so my block could rest peacefully. As rain poured down the cracks beckoned his torn leafs. He never had a friend like me. sprouts with leaves began to sow forged seeds. North, West, South, East, Coast dreams. Black, white, red, yellow roses. God’s Celestial fog dew quenched his famine. Tupac’s crowned Mountaintop began flowing with creed. Much rainfall troughed drought through the forged concrete. Take a Journey through my mind’s eye, make sure everyone knows what I mean; the realist stuff he ever wrote fountain’s with mountaintops that grow black, white, red, yellow and green. A wilted black rose can become legions in the life he leads; free from subservience, he acted accordingly. Mountainous regions became food for a goal in me. The seeds sown were like tunes of glee. Spring came back with all humor and Famished grizzly bears began to walk with black roses, white, red, yellow, green! Trout were gathered and man gave unconditional love to the WORLD. Populations everywhere boomingly bestowed West Coast dreams. Rich fertilizer replenished livestock. A white rose was born from two white rose within the broke concrete. The black rose died thuggin’, and thugs cried, red, white, black, yellow, green. His death sparked the mind who changed the world in me. Soon after, Men were like rose brothers, and Women were like rose sisters. Still he rose, still; he bestowed feet.
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