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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 ****** 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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Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 6:50 PM UTC
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 ****** 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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Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 6:50 PM UTC
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