2 Pac
You rose from poverty,
And readied ur weapons and sharpened,
Your words then set out 2 battle oppression.
2 battle segregation and da hate dat grew in the,
Heart of ur brothers and sisters.
U shouted black power, and they rejoiced and
Shouted back, black power.
Yet u still sharpened ur words and set out,
To shatter the sword of violence with ur words of peace.
U set out to battle ignorance, and help the lost adolescence.
“Only God can Judge Me” you once said,
But we can honor u and ur poetic soul.
And shout black power while we hold da banner of peace.
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