Shakurspeare 2
The worlds a stage
Mere players in this arcade
Dear Mama I’m your created player in this game
Don’t pour out a lil liquor pour out Champaign
Till the cradle 2 da grave
Everyday the world gets more strange
Or strange things gets more normal
The devil sends more forces to forge my journal
Fire inside me burns eternal
More fiery fire to the flames my thirst grows
Writing music my nerves the notes
Dark world no love for Romeo
Juliet got jewels of stones
Wisdom to crown her
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