Its so cold, am walking barefoot during midnight, i can feel the sand in my trembling feet as they try to regulate posture. Aint no warm shoulder so i look at the stars and talk to the wind,it replies with a strong blowing wind. What a good friend indeed

Its getting even more colder, am growing older and alone in dark cold outside. I beg for a piece of Sun shine if not one Ray. My shivering teeth cooks a beat in my heart . Cold with no coat. The cold is biting through my throat,  pour it a good soup. For it to go away

Who gave me ambition?, he was taken too soon. I can feel your spirit in my hand as I write. Who was a hell razor, but had GOD as a good buddy, when nobody cared?. Who had a belief that made everyone believe?

The wind blows like the "Anthem" of the west side today, their leader was born on this day, he longed for better days. Finally at peace not deceased. No one sees him on the streets but he lives.

Buried as a G, the whole world remembers you. Hope you have and a paper and pen, to write about your life ascent. Let the Lord judge the "criminals. Rest in peace Amaru Shakur, hope you navigated to Thugs mansion. Make sure its cool when we get there. See you at the cross roads G.Yesterday at 7:31am·Sent from Mobile

Look how elegant it looks
No one can touch it
For it is protected by a thousand chambers
It is about to hatch and give birth to a "diamond"
The Whole nation awaits to see it hatch
It is born to shine the " diamond" that is inside a "Golden egg"

Why some of the things that happen, happen?
Who thought a "Golden egg " would grow a "diamond" inside
Predators Barred only development awaits
Look at that geeze brush dust from the " Golden egg "

Circumstances faced by the "Golden egg"
I guess they were great like the great Niagara falls
False mimic actions from predators couldn't penetrate the thousand chambers  surrounding It
Still the nation awaits to see it hatch and watch taboo

Everyday the sun rises,birds singing,
Gunshots in the Ghettos and still people
die. I give birth hoping someone is coming
To advance my life,so my new borns will
Indulge in my new blossomed life and
The ones i took feel pain for leaving, while
Delighted by the presence of God.

Everyday blood falls on the palm of my
Hands and still no one cares. Technology
Kidnaped my new borns while making
Their lives better and more improved

Well celebrated people in a banal try and
Still no change. Am on my knees because
Am getting weaker eveyday by mankind,
But i improve the lives of some, while it
Seems i hate the less fortunate. Am tired
Of mimic perfecting people, because reality is am getting close to my "slumber
Of death". The end of the begining . My
Fate revealed

Gone is my inspiration , difficulties
Occur when am trying to write,since
you not here. I wonder who is getting
Inspired by the essence of your smile.

Am asking you to come close for am
  missing you and my inspiration is
Fading.  Distant you remain but my
heart ignores it all,allowing me to
Love you even more.

Grace of GOD tell me where to go,
Since am lost without her around me.
I envy these times. How can i speak to this dead walls since they only speak silence?
Only your picture and memories remain,
Apart we stay

I took a glance in her glimmering face,only to notice that it was standing next to a "sea of faces" but stood as one,one can wonder. The glimmer makes my eyes dimmer so I close them because I don't  think I should be witnessing heaven while my soul is one with my body.

A month of love,am yearning for love. With "Valentines day" coming,am I gonna hold the one I love close or even cuddle with her,everyone is relevant except her and i choose her. Am lost in trying to perfect perfection while   it turns disastrous.

One more glance and I glanced down this time her glimmer is not the reason,am loosing my mind and control at the same time. Only GOD knows,but I just know she's the one. Everything I missed before is right here next to me. Did Valentines visit my doorstep. Am I one with the month of love.

I beg the LORD to give me a sign saying she's the one,may his grace show me how to handle this grimace. "Valentines Day".

A lonely heart,evening time this is
Where the loneliness of a lone man
Kicks in.I cannot sleep my bed is full
Of misery,my life full of stress while trying to live care free.

Evening time,I cannot stand the evening,when slumbered am I gonna
  Dream again,if yes are my dreams
Coming true through slumbercation
Only. Am I living in a fantasy.having this sort of questions before sleep can make you hate the "evening times" too.

A lonely heart, hating the evening times. Are there ones I took gonna haunt me tonight,my brain the "haunted place" because of the deaths that occurred,my "no mortal supposes" the corpses and the blink of my eyes the burial.

A sleepless night with a lonely heart hating evening time.Was I ever alone  did GOD ever leave my sight? Did everyone leave or they were simply chased by my ignorance?