Shakurspeare
Shakurspeare
I wonder if Heaven got a Ghetto?
Is their any room Lord for this Unearlthy Rebel?
Against Spiritual an Physical Devils
is Their any Angelic Medals
for this Thug Angel
Purple Hearts An Halos
My Sword cries for Justice
Inside my Core Combustion
I know my Sins have Repercussions
But Until the Reaper Summoned
I'll be your Demon of Destruction
Being a Beacon in Public
I know I can be Weakened in Suffering
But Strengthened in Disruption
I know I ain't Breathing for Nothing
My Heart Beating for Something
Only You have a reason for Judgment
Some don't believe Jesus Is Coming
I'm pleased that you keep your Covenant
I only blame me for Fumbling
Now I can use my Speed to Spree an for Jumping
For Lunging
An Make the Earth quake from Stomping
to Use my Voice for Thundering
Being a Seed of Harriet Tubman
an Fredrick Douglas Since
I'm your Sun it's right for me to be Stunning
That's why I been Running
It takes alot to amount to your Circumference
But my Wings been Muttering
I see I needed Healing an Recovering
This the Premiere of the Conductors
Orchestration
I am Shakurspeare
Copyright © Uriel Wisdom | Year Posted 2016
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