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Fallen Star by Tupac They could never understand what u set out 2 do instead they chose 2 ridicule u when u got weak they loved the sight of your dimming and flickering starlight How could they understand what was so intricate 2 be loved by so many, so intimate they wanted 2 c your lifeless corpse this way u could not alter the course of ignorance that they have set 2 make my people forget what they have done for much 2 long 2 just forget and carry on I had loved u forever because of who u r and now I mourn our fallen star A young heart with an old soul by Tupac How can there be peace? Tomorrow I wake with second wind and strong because of pride. The world moves fast and it would rather pass by. I Cry and no one cares about why. The poems, written over a three year period starting when the rapper was 17, offer a glimpse of Tupac before many people knew him. Its truly a great poem and needed to be put up. Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else ever cared. But here are informatively ventral.
Black man, Black boy, Prince, Thug, Revolutionary, Symbol. They only see your tattoos, jewelry, and body language. For more infos on the book all poems are property of Amaru Records In the event of my Demise by Tupac In the event of my Demise when my heart can beat no more I Hope I Die For A Principle or A Belief that I had Lived 4 I will die Before My Time Because I feel the shadow's Depth so much I wanted 2 accomplish before I reached my Death I have come 2 grips with the possibility and wiped the last tear from My eyes I Loved All who were Positive In the event of my Demise I Cry by Tupac Sometimes when I'm alone I Cry, Cause I am on my own. The best Tupac Shakur resource with comprehensive poet information, a list of poems, short poems, quotations, best poems, poet's works and more. I bowed my head to pray for you. Tupac Shakur was shot on September 7th, 1996 and died a week later from his injuries. I could barely see the light But it was holding on with all of it's might.
Can You See the Pride In the Panther as she nurtures her young all alone The seed must grow regardless of the fact that it is planted in stone. I find it difficult to carry on. Early in 1995, it was also the temporary home of legendary rapper and actor Tupac Shakur, incarcerated for a crime he swore he did not commit. Your visions and your talents were easy to see. Today is build on tragedies which no one want's to face.
The world moves fast and it would rather pass by. Many can feel the words Pac wrote. The reason is he Tupac was so much like most of us. U R Ripping Us Apart!!! The poems, written over a three year period starting when the rapper was 17, offer a glimpse of Tupac before many people knew him. I now see the irony of Poetic Justice.