Her voicemail from the maxicans she
was African American shy was tested
positive for the coroner virus but didn't
die god saved her heart

The sorrows of the drunken master
was wine bullets and tears he smiled the
poem of a life time still she didn't live home
she was a saint

The difference between order and power was never given direct words but his poems spoke to him more she laughed at Jordans beauty I never should live

Sorry if I kill my self the gangsters prayers
took a hit in the south so my child should have space to write his own words in the morning book today

Grow to see your farthers tears acknowledge the fact I was always
bleeding wight blood oh Maya Angela
hear me feature me in a poem

Maybe then the people will see me because
I only live once so help the kids that read in the tears of the world gangsters language
so called monster the crest