The beautiful rose,
That everyone knows,
That walked without feet,
In New York�s concrete,
Its beautiful colors,
With petals for brothers,
Hidden thorns they expected,
So ignorance & lies they manifested,
To kill it in its early stages,
Media�s lies & two faces,
beautiful to hear, he was to me,
revealed to me all that I could be,
with his petals in forms of lyrics,
burning your eardrum to make you hear it,
the scent that vibrated,
always reminded,
�keep your head up� in the storm,
or in the corner of the closet to keep me warm,
so �how long will they mourn me?�
every time I read a new word or lyric,
every time they use your name in vain,
cuz niggas snapped & gone insane,
comparing themselves to your flows,
they may be flowers but never a rose,
& some may fake,
or try and perpetrate,
but their petals aren�t real,
spit whatever to earn a meal,
phoney stems made of plastic,
but your petals are everlastin�,
from the day your petals fell,
I mourned a pain I could not tell,
Months went by and became years,
& still we mourned and cried you tears,
from your poem book,
to the sound of a fresh hook,
a temporary smile,
pulled out of an old Makaveli file,
but when its over,
my head, I lower,
& mourn,
I mourn,
I mourn�
�I mourn you over again
as if yesterday you took your last breath,
someone must be held responsible for your death,
50 says he knows,
who forgot to water the rose,
surrounded by weeds,
obese haters full of greed,
hope he burns in hell,
God forgive me & wish me well,
so the garden must commence,
& learn to thrive without your presence,
excruciating to my heart�s contentment,
cuz his essences got me thru what others vented,
shame-dropping rocks for metals,
felt my pain through his petals,
�was poor
but he made me feel wealth,
�was sad,
but the rose blocked the pain I felt,
kept me from fallin� victim to the streets,
with da gardening of your phat beats,
�and I mourn,
I mourn,
I mourn,
Wonder if you�ll want to be reborn,
Cuz life aint nothing but a fucked up storm,
Your abrupt ending is confirmation,
God waters his gardens but takes back his creations,
Unsafe the unique rose in a public garden,
Petals trampled & now we mournin�,
Shot down our ambassador,
Mind blowin� like what the fuck for?
The devil is loose in God�s scheme,
Pulled you from ur roots cuz u had a dream,
Of a brighter day,
Of Ghetto utopia,
The foundation you layed,
I�ll do my part, homey,
To stay strong & not become phoney,
Rhythms & Rhymes from my heart,
Til the day I die on stage & this earth I part,
Dedicate my career to your name,
Who help me hold my head up without shame,
& Continue your dream red rose,
thru my tough educating flows,
�me,
what you molded & created,
just to let you know,
�you are appreciated.
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