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