![]() 2PacA Poem by Reflection![]() The Greatest..............![]() Born of the streets he was 'The Rose That Grew From Concrete'. Built for war but chic a Black Panther jumpin' out the womb with his fist in the air already knowin' defeat. Delivered in the labor room of jail bred to rebel hard core with the mind of a scholar postin' bail. A complete baller always down for the cause a General, the pinnacle of a shot caller. Could knuckle up with the best and when tested became a brawler. Early in life his heart died an introvert and in spurts contemplated suicide. Life really is do or die even for you and I the Jordan of rap his image forever as big as the sky. His legacy in place well before he took his last breath an orator of equality and change, the epitome, even in death. Wrote about hot slugs and slangin' drugs angrily spittin' about the man with passion, his fierceness gave hugs of hope, he supplied the junkie with what he wanted, illicit dope. Hate was within the scope how do you cope? Listen to him spit before you push the chair from under the rope. A slippery slope, he felt the world's pain a time bomb he made sure his life in death wouldn't be in vain. Every rapper alive to this day pays homage he's the greatest to ever do it, Show me one who won’t acknowledge. © 2016 Reflection |
StatsAuthor![]() ReflectionAurora, COAboutA writer with vision I ink without indecision. Vivid notions with rhythmic emotions I engage with the stroke of a pen... life is a continuous road so let the journey begin. I exist through my wr.. more..Writing
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