from whence you came..
a friend and lover,
a warm embrace, A souljah.
shaped me..n2 his arms and wrapped
the love I had become,
Bridges ran across days and days .
.arrived n NYC..where I'm from..
the altitude suddenly waves
from one desination
2 another ..State of minds .
.to meet, caressed the lines,
opened..what now is revealed.
I escaped all and everything hurt..where my
heartfelt wore you,on my lips, ur eyes,
body rhythms..where the
Melody spits ..Poetry..where time spoke..
I am a poet..In those mean streets
and those days of deadPrez and bullets..
the Gun, what finds ..a man with
years under his belt..to rejuvenate..
the brotha had no escape,
did what had 2 be done done..
revitalized..survived..the struggle..
the hustle and black Powers fate..
Sistahs keeping those AFROS.. n shape of what ..
is the move to build BRIDGES and
Keep on truckin..Black CEASAR..,King..
and that's Word..signed us ..One movement..
One Power struggle meets..
a match made never to strike
or self distruct..the
Masses..we signed..as it's PEACE treaty..
urs and mind...the Revolution will never be ..
televised..n those mean streets..
we are what is necessary..in any means..BLACK,
beautiful and LOVE..so help me ..GOD..Create...See More
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