We give amor
Because
Amor
Is
The
Door
To life.
Though many give
Hate not
Knowing their fate
As hell opens its gates
To a hateful
Ride.
We give amor
Because amor
Is the way.
Amor is here to stay
And will forever
Live.
Hate don't last
It withers as the grass
Put amor against
Hate in
Any debate-

And amor shall always win

Welcome to the city of Morphine where it rains acid and you feel no pain
A city where everyone is numb to the world
Where people dwell in the slums of misery
shattered lives and shattered glass cover the streets of Morphine
Fiends wander down the alleys of agony.

Written by Keith Edward Baucum

I will refute your thoughts,
Shun every word you say,
And break all the rules,
Because we both know I'm already astray,

I get caught up in my wistfulness,
But that's all because I'm mortified of what people will say,
My sanity loosens it's hold around me,
These once unbreakable chains now set free,

Two ends that may never meet,
This is more than just an affair,
It's a story of love and hate,
Lust and escape,

Innumerable times have i said i love you,
Countless times you've said the same,
But now I feel as if it was all in vain,
The flame we ignited burned everything in its way and left us with nothing but pain.

Overcoming life when it throws you a curb ball knocking you down.
Is to always stay in a positive mind set while you are living here.
Knowing that when you trust in the Almighty Savior Lord God.
He shall for the most part , protect you from harms way here.
It is usually us , leaning away from the right road that we are on.
That causes us to walk into harms away by leaving the correct one.
For all of you are Awesome  MOG and ***, powerful people.
I love you all in the unconditional Love that comes from his Spirit.
May the Christ bless each and everyone of you here on a daily basic.

On the 13th of December, 1996,
Tupak Shakur entered Heaven
Free styling to the angels whom
Found the beauty in a language
Lost to them when trying to
Understand mortals.

    The angels, amazed and petrified
    At the realness asked:
    " Who are you? Where did you come from?"
   And he flowed like a prophesy,
   What he spat was street life truth,
    And all the world was a ghetto.
    For a moment the angels were
    Concerned, but then the archangel
    Michael shook his hand and nodded,
    From then on Tupak was the first
    **** Angel.